The Green Goad

by FAlavanja

One year after the COVID pandemic became a fading memory,the Arab League has convened its new summit in 2022. Its host,Tahira Cherifi,arranged it with her Secretary-General Khenti Hassan as a form of demonstrating her diplomatic prowess on the international stage. Alas,her disowned brother Rasil Benjelloun aims to disrupt the summit,with Ikram and Yasser as its chief witnesses.

2. Chapter 2

The Green Goad - Part 2: Grand Debate

November 2nd – 00:40

AAAAAAAAHHHH!...

A sudden mumbled shriek resounded across the pitch black environment that was my broken mind devoid of sanity. Since the minute I fell asleep,I didn't catch a dream. What's there to dream amidst ongoing Arab League summit which as of yesterday produced plenty of speeches but no meaningful solution provided on sight,except imagining bounded hostages consisting of Gulftards,Khenti,Blonde Vermin,Burpin,Suleyman,Javed and that Inbred Skunk trembling before Mustapha ready to be feasted by him right after they boiled alive in a burning cauldron. Wishful as it is,finding this particular example would be boring. Nor modified segments of the session for that matter. It's better to leave the dream aura blank than experiencing the same episodes over and over again.

That same feminine scream repeated for the second time,now hearable per next repetition. Its sound flashed a dim white light within the void,lasting parallelly with scream's length. Blurry vibrations emitting out of it ceased for now. Alas,it left a headache pounding against my head. I resisted with my utmost ability,thinking it'll vanish soon,but when her voice yelled my name,I swiftly opened my eyes and raised by back whilst letting bedsheets move forward revealing my pants.

Sitting on my bed,I inhaled through my nose and briefly closed my eyes to refresh my consciousness. Observing our CIC residential room by looking around left and right,everything seemed normal at the first glance,not even Yasser whom he hadn't been affected by someone's scream from (I guess) a different room due to him sleeping like a rock. At the same time,the ambient felt...off. As though some prick had intruded into my room. Our cards with which I and Yasser played at night hours ago still remain untouched,yet the first clue to my suspicion was the three missing cigarette packs which were located on a small round table standing nearby. The unprecedented theft of my cigarettes made me sweat rapidly in anger and disbelief. My hands began shivering and my breathing got agitated.

No,no,NO!... Without my sole sanity support,I'll break down faster than the drop of hanging rope who gripped Saddam's neck shut. I'm deeply dependent on them!

Stressed out,I made haste to recover the packs wherever this intruder hid them to try fuck with me for shits and giggles. I checked everywhere: Drawer,behind both mine and Yasser's pillows,bedsheets,below beds,curtain,inside my boots,my uniform... There were nowhere to be found! However,another clue was spotted on the floor after I hopelessly searched the cigarette packs. That clue in question was a white powder staining the floor's tiny spot. I crouched in front of it,grabbed bits of it with my right index finger and sniffed it in order to determine whether it's baby powder of a drug. It smelled like Kerosene.

Wait a sec... IS THIS COCAINE?! UGH! And I thought Cuntses banned importing drugs of any kind in the League! Not only is the intruder a crackhead,but the Arab League needs some tough law reinforcement (which'll never happen. Every delegate dismiss me as delusional because I'm 'too hardcore' for their sensitivities)! Worse still,that scum lockpicked the door!

I slowly covered my head with my left hand and gave a heavy sigh of frustration. Whoever is the crackhead intruder,I'll ensure that my investigation of him (or her if the screams happen to be that of intruder's) becomes quick enough to identify and then teach a painful lesson to him for daring to disrupt me. These kinds of termites are cowards with capital "C",not having balls to confront stronger opponents live. Hell,he'll shit his pants if he ever was in mutual physical presence.

I'm left with no other choice but to set aside the sleeping for an hour. Noticing several more cocaine spots outside the room,I donned my black tanktop,dark green jumper,military shirt,Blood Quran swastika necklace,dark brown trousers,sweaty grey socks and singular boots (AKA my default attire) so that I get prepared to start the objective. Exiting my room while leaving Yasser to sleep,I followed the cocaine trail whilst trying to keep my composure intact now that my cigarettes are gone. Forward,left and right,corridor after corridor,the path led me to the hallway where Tahira escorted me out of the summit hall because of my violent response to Nagirah's provocations. From there,the path split in three; One direction passed through the hall's door lining towards the right wing of CIC's residential room sections,while the rest went on the nearby room section standing in front of me and (the second one) elsewhere.

Figuring out which path should I proceed to track the crackhead intruder down as I stood in the middle of hallway,I suddenly listened to soft footsteps walking from behind. I firstly ignored their sounds thinking it's my brain playing tricks on me,until someone's trembling left hand landed on my shoulder. When I turned,a swung punch hit against my facial scar which hurts the most. Moaning whilst covering my forehead with my own left hand,my right eye saw awoken Tahira glaring at me. Her appearance,sans red shirt,stunned me in a really bad way. Her eyes were bloodshot pissed off red along with reddened face of rage,her nose and ears were swollen from unknown burns; Slices of the lower part of her short sandy hair were burnt and blackened with ash,and on her right hand were bits of cocaine.

The realization just made everything worse.

"Tahira?... Who did this to you?"

"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK!?"

She slapped me hard,grabbed my dark green jumper's chest alongside the red Blood Quran Swastika necklace and pulled them close to her.

"I WELCOMED YOU AND YASSER TO THE CIC,HASTEN THE LUNCH TIME BY YOUR REQUEST,ALLOWED YOU TO DELIVER YOUR NATSOC SPEECH WITHOUT OBJECTIONS,AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY MY HOSPITALITY?!" She screamed in fury,barring her teeth "STUFFING YOUR FUCKING CIGARETTES IN MY HEAD!?"

At this point,I didn't know what to reply. Tahira was yelling so loud that I couldn't memorize coherently what she said. Coincidental or not,the intruder used the stolen cigarette packs to ruin her face for whatever reason. Probably out of hatred. Nonetheless,my stomach elevated a bit from small dread.

"Uhm… I slept while an intruder lockpicked the door and stole my ciga-"

"AFWAN?! OH,MISTER,LET ME GUESS YOUR ALIBI:" Tahira's grip tightened "DID YOU HAVE A PSYCHOTIC EPISODE?! HAVE YOU SLEEPWALKED YOUR WAY INSIDE MY ROOM TO FUCK WITH ME?! OR DID YOU USE COCAINE!?"

As she showed her cocaine-stained hand,my increasing sweating and blood pressure proliferated. An incoming anger washed over my no-longer puzzled mood.

"NEITHER!" I shouted angrily "Some crackhead prick amongst our siblings trespassed my room in order to screw things up!"

"OH HO-HO YOU'RE SO DONE,IKRAM,MARK MY FUCKING WORDS!" Tahira fumed,after which she released my jumper and necklace only to have Tahira rummaged her green back to take her Condor smartphone and dial a number.

"Tahira,calm down!..."

"ONCE ANISAH FINDS OUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE,SHE'LL PACK YOU UP TO THE INSANE ASYLUM STRAIGHTJACKETED WHERE YOU BELONG!"

"CALM DOWN!"

"YELL AT THE WIND ALL YOU WANT!" Tahira ignored my demand. She's going a little mad as she's about to finish the dialing my sister's number "IT WAS A HUGE MISTAKE TO INVITE THAT LYING PSYCHO MANIAC TO THE SU-"

I bitchslapped her face,causing her to silence herself abruptly. Her smartphone consequently dropped to the floor by the force of the strike. She slowly looked at me in confusion which lasted for few seconds when I grabbed her jaw and pulled.

"When I order you to calm down,you calm DOWN!" I seethed with gritted teeth,with eye-on-eye contact "You're getting on my nerves,Salope!..."

Tahira's eye pupils began shivering horizontally,effectively knocking the senses into her. Her anger got replaced by fear. Remaining mentally crippled for next ten seconds,tears emerged from her eyes descending below her cheeks.

Pathetic…

"What makes you think I'd do such an insolent act upon someone whom I highly respect?..." I asked her with resumed anger,frowning "Would you suspect a man who's entirely dependent on nicotine to shove his cigars onto a loved one which would not only mean sacrificing his sole sanity support but also alienate the same?"

Tahira took a moment to think through what I've questioned her. Moving her eye pupils around and progressively diminishing her hot temper,Tahira gasped. She then lowered her head in shame while I let her jaw go.

"I-I'm… I'm sorry…"

I puffed indignantly,crossing my arms and turned back.

"Apology rejected."

She formed a confused look. I glanced at Tahira's face.

"UGH! Don't give me that look,Tahira! You don't get to rampage like a macaque with 'NYE,NYE,NYE,NYE,NYE!' and then expect the accused to grovel before you just because your assumptions HAVE to be true!" I rotated towards her,throwing my arms while ranting "Typical 'Woman Moment'!: Women are organically naively idiotic over their actions,always assuming first and thinking second. Always sticking to one presumed belief without verifying it and then reaching the conclusion on the period when it's too late! You want apology after hitting me twice! GIVE ME A BREAK!"

Tahira,after listening what was stated,blushed and rubbed her nape,looking leftwards.

"It's-It's just that... well..." she paused in a shy tone "The cigarette packs were yours,so I thought it was you who entered my room and inflamed my nose... Allah,it and my ears are itchy! Can't inhale without gaining the urge to sneeze,or hear without feeling pain!"

"I tried to tell you that it was some drug-addict intruder who stole and used them against you,but your gourd of a brain refused to digest it! Your emotions had to take you over!"

"Wait." She raised her finger,after five seconds had passed "How do you know there's an intruder roaming within the CIC,and at the same time committing a 'prank' to tarnish my image?"

"I'm very familiar with this phenomenon,actually. One instance that I witnessed occurred two years ago on New Year's Eve." I explained with a small smile "At Aintisar,in what it should've been a grand festivity involving games,fireworks and an underground amusement park,I distinctly recall watching Blonde Vermin pouring Gavriella's spaghetti inside Arisha's trademark black cap he had snatched from and then placing it back on her head so as to make it seem that it was Gavriella who did it and not him. She freaked out and they ended up beating each other before Anisah and her security guards cut the scene."

"And you didn't do anything to stop Alfred?"

"I wanted to let that vermin game his way on hoping Anisah would catch and kick him out of Aintisar,since it was my pea-brained sister who gave Alfred the invitation poster the day prior Christmas in the UNSC meeting." I continued "For the entire following week,I kept warning her that inviting him was a grave error which would've potentially have him appear there,but,Anisah being Anisah,she dismissed me as paranoid,insisting that her action was 'a troll move'. The rest is a lengthy history I'd rather not explain for my health's sake."

A long pause ensued. Tahira wiped the tears off of her cheeks,crouched to pick up her smartphone and deleted what she attempted to dial Anisah's number. I'd never forgive and lose all respect for her had she succeeded in suing me. Seeking answers,she struggled to envision the appearance of the intruder,unsure who might've been.

"Let me get this straight: If you aren't the intruder but a victim of his or her crime,who could possibly have shoved your cigarettes on my three sense organs?" she put her hand on her chin "Our brothers and sisters aren't prone of harassing me to the extent that it was done during my sleep. Least of all Khenti and you."

"Perhaps Inbred Skunk unlocked your room after someone else aided him in his malicious endeavor by sneaking past my own and steal the packs for him... It's no secret he despises you."

"Bratsil?! Pfff! Don't make me laugh! He isn't capable of whooping my ass let alone playing with my head!" Tahira chuckled,smiling "If he ever tried to hit me anywhere,I'd break his bones in no time."

"He-he! Who knows." I chuckled back "He must've garnered some balls to initiate his plot."

"Trust me,Ikie. If we were to physically gang up on my ex-brother with combined strengths,he'd quickly rush to the nearest corner and cry his eyes out for mercy,begging his King Mo VI to take him." She confidently explained "Bratsil is a spoiled weakling."

"Agreed,though Yasser informed me when we were in the airplane yesterday that he beats him and Kairo up in dreams 'all night until down',to quote him."

"Only in dreams,as you've said. In real World,he doesn't stand a chance."

Seeing that her mood went back to normal for the better,Tahira took few seconds of silence before speaking further.

"Shall we go to my room and collect your cigarettes before we launch the investigation?"

"About time!"

01:05

Tahira's room looked similar to mine and Yasser's (like all the other ones),but I didn't care much about its details or different furniture positions. My pursuit for my you-know-what is on top priority. Once we entered and approached her bed,here lied the packs along with cigars sprawling across her bedsheets. I grinned in relieved joy whilst hurriedly grabbing everything missing. I took the lighter out of my trousers' right pocket and lit the cigarette; Only... it failed to burn the binder. I repeated five more times to no avail,until seconds later... all the cigarette are now stale. Every last one of them were crumpled and mostly reduced to solid ash dirtying her bed like an ashtray.

"No-no… Not again… NOT AGAIN!" I cracked,grabbing the drawer and swiftly threw it out of the window,breaking it squarely out of rage.

Tahira got shocked at the sight of me finally losing it. With more to come should I don't inhale the nicotine for the next couple of hours (but under normal circumstances,I can endure 24 hours max without smoking). She covered her opened mouth with her hand as I began bashing the wall with a sofa till it was broken as well,thus having no choice but to yell at me to calm the fuck down.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL THAT SNEAKY RAT!"

"IKRAM,STOP IT!" she urged me with anger and stress "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU?! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE DESTROYING M-"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! SEE FOR YOUSELF,TAHIRA!" I turned and yelled at her back,tossing what remained of sofa to the ground.

"I-I-I mean,you recovered your cigarettes. Why are you pissed off now?"

"THEY'RE EXPIRED!" I threw them at the wall behind her. "I NEED TO SMOKE IMMEDIATELY LEST I BREAK DOWN!"

"The CIC has no shops."

"FOOD WITH NICOTINE,LIKE EGGPLANTS,AT THE VERY FUCKING LEAST?!"

"As far as I can tell,we have no eggplants in Sahara delivery." Tahira answered,then told me with annoyed tone "And please,decrease your volume."

I rolled my eyes,covered my face with scarred hands and released a frustrated sigh.

"Unbelievable... Am I going to wait like a retard for the AL summit to end without smoking shit?!" I uncovered my face,outraged "Are Algiers' shops outside CIC open at twilight?!"

"They're open at 09:00."

"MUTA'ALIQ! I swear… I'll dismember whichever sibling stole AND stalled my valuables!"

"Do we have to wake them all up momentarily?" she raised her eyebrow.

"It'd be better to call them all out than wait for eight hours of doing nothing but getting psychosis attacks!"

"If you say so." Tahira concluded after sighing.

We exited her room and followed her to grab a nearby fire alarm mic in order to wake them up via speakers on the room walls above. After taking it,we entered the meeting hall,and I started screaming the following.

"EVERYONE! EVERYONE! EVERYONE! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! WAKE THE FUCK UP! MOON'S SHINING UP YOUR LITTLE DICKHEADS!"

I repeated the far cry two more times. All of my siblings plus honorary guests - except Yasser (and Rasil for some odd reason) - emerged from the corridors with their pajamas and gathered around in front of me,wondering what the fuck's going on. The younger ones like Safa and Hadidja were visibly shaking in fear. Additionaly,when they spotted Tahira's face,they were either shocked at what happened to her or were mute holding their mocking laughter not daring to expose themselves as culprits. I suspect that the Gulf Gang were the latter.

Once they surrounded the podium,I got out of it and descended to the floor. Tahira walked few steps forward from behind.

"ALL OF YOU: WHO DARED TO LOCKPICK MY ROOM,STEAL MY CIGARETTE PACKS,STALL THEM,RUIN TAHIRA'S FACE AND BRING COCAINE IN THE INTERNATIONAL CONFERENCE CENTER!?" I yelled at them,pointing at Tahira forcefully "I DEMAND YOU TO LINE UP WHERE YOU STAND TO INTEROGATE YOU SO I CAN FIND OUT THE INTRUDER! NOBODY GETS AWAY WITH TAUNTING ME AND LIVES!"

They had no other option but to collectively gulp and obey. The first in line was Razzaq,Inbred Skunk's presumed sidekick. A middle adolescent boy of the same skin color as Sarah,is shorter than Rasil,and wears blue trousers,beige sweater with bordeaux collars and a white formal shirt underneath (he even uses his default clothing as pajamas). His bronze eyes were fixated at my dark green ones,which seconds after were shaking in fear,disrupting our eye contact. Tellingly,Razzaq shares the blue attire with Kairo,as both are of the Hassaniya subculture.

Personally,my interactions with Raz is scarce; scarcer than those with Magool. While informations about him are limited to news articles,I remembered his current neutral stance towards Kairo and POLISARIO after he relinquished his former territorial claims over Western Sahara in 1979,recognizing Kairo's existence whilst not establishing official diplomatic relations in order to appease both Rasil and Tahira. Further,Raz once forged ties with Anna in 1999 only to sever it by March 2010,fulminated by her Gaza War against Yas one year prior (2009). He was also one of many siblings who refused to join Blonde Vermin's bandwagon during the Gulf War,something I highly commend.

And above else,he's the closest whom I can extract info about Rasil,as they usually cooperate from trivial to serious things. On this very summit,they sat together on separate seats yesterday.

"Raz,have you by any chance unlocked the room I share with Yasser at midnight,brought cocaine,or did Inbred Skunk simply order you to do it for his little aims against Tahira?" I inspected him as I walked forth towards him.

Razzaq widened his eyes and looked away. His lips were moving morbidly from awkward situation of being the first to get interrogated by me. Eight seconds later,when he saw I wasn't going to hurt him,he reverted his head straight.

"No I didn't,Mr. Zaman." he casually replied "I slept at the time."

"So was I,but the hostess was forcefully awoken by the heat the intruder had inflicted on her. Hence the summoning." I pointed at her again,this time with my thumb to let him see Tahira who has not long ago sneezed hard twice before I approached him. Her nose had turned itchy "Your reply is to soon be expected from the delegates. It won't weasel you out; Everyone's frightened of how severe and cruel I am,despite pretending that they 'aren't'."

"Correct,unironically because you're a rabid psychopathic Nazi beast who's only restrain is your saner sister keeping you on the leash. No one with THAT kind of reputation would want to get befriended." Razzaq said with qualm. He then extended his right hand to grab and examine my red Iblistist Swastika necklace,moving it here 'n' there "By the way,where did you buy this necklace?"

I slapped his hand.

"Irrelevant! Stick to my question!"

"What question?"

"ARE YOU THE FUCKING INTRUDER,RAZZAQ?!" I shouted,then gritted my bare teeth "My patience is running thin..."

He covered his mouth with both hands,observing the public standing in line watching him with uncertainty,especially the 'pranked' Tahira.

"May I provide you the info regarding Rasil,under the promise not to reveal them to him or our siblings in person?"

"Hmph!... Whatever..." I grunted grumpily "While you're at it,can you tell me why's Rasil absent?"

"He's sleeping."

"Hal haqaa? Were you lazy enough to wake up your superior from his slumber,assuming you slept inside his bedroom since you faggots are buddies."

"We're allies,not bud-"

"Don't care."

"Ehem!..." Razzaq cleared his throat in response of me interrupting him "I don't share his CIC bedroom. Even if I could knock on his door and enter at this very moment,it wouldn't happen because he's guarded by 10 Moroccan Royal Guard personnel patrolling and occupying corridors of the polar opposite room section located on the right side where earthlings that are Pro-him temporarily reside."

I moved my lips upon hearing this intriguing information and turned to Tahira,who's still struggling with itchy ears and nose.

"Tahira! Is it true that you allowed Inbred Skunk to gather 10 MRG guards as his company?"

She took a deep breath of resentfulness.

"Yes... The Moroccan Llama always brings in bodyguards to cover his stupid 'WIP' ass on every meeting,whether it's the UN,Arab League or elsewhere."

I turned back at Razzaq.

"Allah,who in ones right mind would have an insecure PUSSY for an ally?" I made a rhetorical question,annoyed "He's such a spoiled brat!"

"I do,as much as I mostly agree with your and Tahira's assessments about him."

"Why would you side with Inbred Skunk over her?"

"Because I need his protection from Jihadi terrorism plaguing my lands conducted by the likes of MOJWA – shorthand for 'Movement for Oneness and Jihad in West Africa' - and to help me get international deals since Rasil has tons of connections throughout the West. In exchange,he needs me to be his reliable buffer between him and other African earthlings within and below the Sahel which have HUGE issues with terrorist organizations like Boko Haram."

"And you're too scared to upset that skunk?"

"He's stronger than me in both personal and military levels." Razzaq further explained,relieved that the tension between us was no more "His military is one of the strongest in North Africa right after Tahira and Khenti,whereas my own is four times smaller than Rasil's and their equipment is outdated."

I shook my head and tsked.

"Not as dumb as you look,Raz." I concluded,patting his shoulder and leaving him to chat with Tahira "You're dismissed,but you'll stay in the hall until the investigation is over."

"Understood!"

Now that I configured Raz's case,I marched forward to proceed with next delegates. Aymen and Sarah were spared,but when I stumbled nearby Khenti,I grinned,widened my eyes and raised my fist to slap him and his Ancient Egyptian sleepsuit around after all those decades of halfbreed treachery he has maintained since 1979. However,once I realized that he's been polite with Tahira yesterday and that him pulling off an outrageous act on her was highly improbable,I lowered my fist and stopped grinning with a grunt. Khenti in return made a huge eyeroll and let out a heavy sigh of irritation.

Bypassing Karim,Magool and Safa were next.

"Maggie,are you the one who stole my cigarette packs?" I approached her.

Magool raised a confused eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know,since you're a pirate and pirates tend to steal stuff for personal gain."

"Run,but I wouldn't contemplate looting necessities from a friend like yourself." she argued "Even if I did hypothetically do so,I'd have targeted Malik and not Tahira... With your permission,of course."

"Fair point."

Safa on the other hand hid behind her older sister with her tiny hands placed on the latter's waist. Being shy and afraid,Safa was reluctant to speak as she looked at me as though I'd hurt her immediately. Instead,I skipped her because I'm not a moron to accuse an earthling child of something he doesn't have knowledge of how to do it.

"He's gone. You're safe now." Magool told her,petting her head which prevented Safa from crying.

Malik,witnessing that it's his turn for interogation,stared sheepishly at me from the beginning of the emergency without doing anything otherwise; when he's not busy scratching his hairy ass or beating up Aida while usually switching sides with Abu. One can picture him standing upright in his fanila after rising up from his bed,with sweat of embarrassment dripping down his face and double chin mane as they descend into the Saudi black forest shrubbing the Erect Tower (guess the metaphor),imagining what grilled meat will 'Arab Hitler' make out of him should the intruder turn out to be him.

"Dickram! What's the meaning of this!?" he shouted angrily "You cannot arouse me without my consent!"

"I can arouse your greasy abdomen whether you like it or not,khinzir! And your self-awareness is dismal!"

"How?!"

"'Consent'! Are you genuinely a fucking hypocrite?! Talking about 'consent' whilst pleasuring yourself with countless prostitutes without Allah's 'consent' you allegedly worship!" I paused and turned around. Malpig was about to retort,but I cut him off by turning back and raising my fist. Then I lowered it "Have you brought cocaine in CIC?"

"La! Not even when the Sun rises in the West!" he defended himself "All drugs in my domain are banned!"

I hauled his beard.

"DON'T LIE TO MY FACE,MALPIG! EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU'RE A NOMINAL ISLAMIC DEVOTEE WHO ENGAGES IN BLASPHEMY!" I yelled at him,irritated. My pull was so strong I thought I almost ripped that pig's beard.

"Screams the Daesh lover,YET THEY CALL ME 'TERRORIST KINGPIN'!"

"BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE,FATTY!" Sarah interjected.

"SHUT THE FU-"

"ZIP YOUR EXTRANEOUS BULLSHIT DEVIATING THE SUBJECT!" I cut him off. Kudos to the Libyan girl who had balls to yell at him,albeit having my laughter blocked form rage "PROVIDE ME INFO,TAKE RESPONCIBILITY OR OFF TO THE GRAVEYARD!"

"I NEVER SNORTED COCAINE!"

"YES YOU DID!"

"BITCH,UNDER WHAT EVIDENCE?!"

His remark abruptly scratched the record which compelled me to release his beard and dive into my thoughts. Malik is right. Seriously,I actually had no evidence of him spreading cocaine powder throughout CIC corridors,nor did I ever in my lifetime see him snort them. Publicly,at least. Could I even adjudge him a suspect anymore? All things considered,utilizing the cocaine accusation on him was a bad move on my part.

Even if everyone inside the hall mumbled quietly amongst themselves in agreement (Tahira included),it didn't halt me from giving up.

"Fine,you aren't a drug addict,but you still can't avoid the charge of unlocking my room to stea-"

"'Steal your precious cigarettes',you don't have to iterate the same fucking question,Scarface!" Malik retorted "I don't know where you've slept let alone where your smoking packs are!"

"You smoke hashish,mister!"

"Hashish and cigarettes are similar but different!"

"Without hashish you'd resort smoking the latter."

"Sih."

"Thus?" I spread my arms,hands paralleling my legs "You stuffed someone else's cigarettes on Tahira for the fun of it!"

"Tahira?! Putting nostrils,ears,hair and mouth up in flames to that magnificent,beautiful lady was my doing?! You're insane,Dickram!"

What an insult. It didn't offend me at all; He spoke truth.

"Maybe she was so attractive to you that you stuffed them on her out of jealousy." I whispered with a mischievous grin.

He growled.

"Is this Aintisar all over again!?"

"From how this inspection had gone,it'll replicate..." I replied,developing a headache. Pain in my head is slowly growing "JUST AVOW ALREADY! I'M WASTING MY FUCKING TIME ARGUING WITH YOU AND FEW MORE ARE LEFT UNVETTED!"

Malpig clenched his fist tightly,closed his eyes,opened them and inhaled deeply.

"Anisah and you are fundamentally of the same mentality. Of the same impulsivity,notwithstanding facial differences you customized your face with,particularly your razor-shark teeth!" he rebuked "I'm surprised you hadn't bitten your tongue off with your dental hooks after all these years!"

"Meanwhile,what's with your boiler belly? Its usage is worth less than nothing!"

"Let me elaborate how'll this scenario play out: After extensive quarrelling over how I'm 'guilty',you'd leash my neck,push me to the ground,force me to act like an oink like a hog,walk together around CIC palace five times,hit me whenever I don't press on,humiliate myself,and 'teach me a lesson' over something I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!" he furiously raised his voice,reddening his face "I'M FUCKING SICK OF BEING EVERYONE'S SCAPEGOAT! MALIK THIS,MALIK THAT!"

The way he yelled out his last sentence felt like he was going to cry. Aida snickered (which Abu predictably slapped her in return),half of the delegates smirked at him,Tahira sneezed,and Samir shouted to him he'll get a panic attack. Malpig has proven once more that it's easy to show-off when the mask covering the face of insecurity is intact than bitch and whine when it slips.

Subhuman Gulftards...

"Mal,we're done here,but if I find out during the incoming debate between Inbred Skunk and Tahira that it was you who did these antics,I'll cut open your stomach and asphyxiate you with your thick entrails. Okay?" I warned him in a whisper before leaving.

God! Arguing with that Saudi pig was irritable! Approaching his rage-inducing midget Abu didn't make it any better. Looking at his IPhone,he continues to play this dogshit 'Evony'. Matter of fact,he starred at the screen throughout the entire interrogation.

"Abu,have you stole my cigarette packs?"

He ignored me. I asked him again and got the same result. The third time wasn't a charm,either. Furious,I seized his stupid Iphone,broke it in half with my knee and flung it at the wall.

"MISERABLE INSECT! SILENCE WON'T GET YOU AWAY!" I screamed.

Abu was appalled at the sight of his device getting destroyed while unaware. Blushing,he turned to Aida.

"COME ON,FITLHY WHORE,WHY'VE YOU STIFFENED YOURSELF?! CONFESS YOUR ILLS BEFORE IKRAM AND THE WHOLE LEAGUE,AIDA!" he then took Aida by her dress "WANNA HAVE US ON OUR HIDES BECAUSE OF Y-"

I grabbed his free left wrist,rotated its adjacent hand 180 degrees left and right and squashed them both. I did the same to his right ones. Abu,with his bones inside his hands,fingers and wrists fractured,looked at them. And when his eyes moved up to look at me,he began crying like a baby.

No fucking words... He infuriated me further.

"AAAAAAHHHH! STOP CRYING IMMEDIATELY,ABOOM! AIDA IS BROOKING A PATHETIC WORM EVERY DAY AND YET YOU WHEEP WHEN SOMEONE SHOVES THE MEDICINE YOU CONSTANTLY GIVING HER DOWN YOUR THROAT!... A THUGGISH BULLY WHO BEATS THE WEAK AND RETREATS WHEN JUSTICE CHASES AFTER HIM! WHO IS A FIERCE HOPLITE WHEN A VICTIM IS VURNERABLE,AND A SNIVELING BRAT WHINING ABOUT INJURIES WHEN HE'S FINALLY,FINALLY HELD TO ACCOUNT!"

"I-I... I DIDN'T DO AN-ANYTHING TO Y-YOU!... WHAAAAAAAA-"

I punched hard his face.

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING SHIT WHETHER OR NOT YOU HARMED ME!" I kept lecturing him sharply,livid "YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING GRATEFUL,ABDULLAH! GRATEFUL I DIDN'T TEAR YOUR FUCKING LIMBS OFF!... THIEVES GET THEIR HANDS AMPUTED UNDER SHARIA; IF I WERE TO MODIFY THE ISLAMIC LAW,I'D INCLUDE BEATERS OF THE WEAK INTO THAT PUNISHMENT! LEARN TO BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE IN YOUR WORTHLESS,PARASITIC,EXCREMENTAL LIFE!"

Aida grinned at Abu wallowing in anguish,to which she walked next to him,turned his head at her and licked his tears like a jolly dog. I didn't share her current emotion as I boiled and steamed profusely,marching like a walking chimney. My hair bangs reached my lower eyelids and I grinded my teeth bare.

Skipping Aisha,Samir and Rakad,now faster than before,I swung my arm at Fahad. Following that,I came to Nayirah. I didn't bother asking anything and instead,I grabbed her legs,rolled her circularly five times and threw her like a bullet at the dinner room's door,crushing its glass and landing somewhere inside. However,just as she flew screaming with her glasses falling down,Rasil made an appearance emerging on the corridor located rightwards to the former area with donned yellow thobe and yellow babouches,yawning. Inbred Skunk gasped at the sight of scenery and everything that was on display. He couldn't coherently see his nemesis Tahira from the distance he stood.

"HEY,SKUNK?! WHERE WERE YOU?!" I called "HAVE I CLAMORED YOU TO ARRIVE ON TIME?!"

Rasil grimaced in shock and ran away. I would've loved to pursue him,but I lost my patience to expand this current ordeal. Below me whimpered Hadidja,the last to be inspected. She was covering her face as she wept with shivers.

"Arjuk… Don't h-hurt me… D-D-Don't hurt me…"

I snorted and crouched next to the little Comorian kid,and whispered:

"Off to bed…"

Hadidja uncovered her face and rushed to her bedroom. Once she left,I slowly headed on the Hall's center,dissatisfied by the fact that literally no one was an intruder among my siblings.

I broke.

"Off to bed!" I shouted at the crowd,then screamed one last time atop of my diaphragm "What're you waiting for?! The interrogation is over! Off to bed! OFF TO BED! OFF! TO! BEEEEEEEEEEEED!"

Everyone except Tahira grimaced pouted in either disgust,fear or impatience,dispersing outside the hall down to zero,doubly for those honorary guests who haven't been examined,feeling they were used as audience without any role. Tahira approached me from behind,and put her hand onto my left shoulder.

"Ikram,I think you went too far on Abu,as much as he deserved it for hurting Aida. H-Hell,you didn't have to erupt your wrath against absolutely everyone." She said,worried. "You should really chill out."

That's what Anisah often says. I violently pushed my shoulder to remove her touch off of it.

"Zip your trap,Tahira... Every last one of you has ruined my nighttime..." I seethed,glaring at her from behind "Better call an official to buy me cigarette packs,for I won't know what would I do to you if they don't get put on my desk after the beginning of the debate… Consider this your very ultimatum…"

As I exited and slammed the hall's door shut,Tahira bit her fingernails out of stress between how would Rasil react to her appearance,stress over her prepared topics and counterpoints,and me. Several minutes later,she took a deep breath of resignation and left to go back to sleep,although her worries might not soothe her like in normal instances.

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09:30

Yasser's PoV

(Intermission: This fanfic is told through Ikram's perspective; so in order to transfer a point of view to another character without violating the fact that it's his memory,the Narrator will speak in accordance to character's perspective.)

Daydreaming isn't my style,but the incident which I came to realize it happened at midnight was… extraordinary. I tried to convince myself that I was hallucinating multiple times,but reality said "Not gonna happen,kiddo!". Guilt washed over me; I could've averted this incident were not for my dormancy...

Sleeping like a rock wasn't meant to be an evasion of unwanted situations. Before it occurred,I dreamt a racing simulator in gasoline-soaked desert where I,Kairo and Bratsil ran miles forth to reach the finish line 100km away. Our energies were kept up,never to exhaust us. Fires congealed that snake each time he uttered a swear word (I set the rule on purpose). It was an enormous pleasure to watch Bratsil steadily immolate himself. However,I heard Tahira screaming Ikram's name when we were at 10kms during which Rasil had his clothes burnt and hair ragged. Four hours later,the race ended and Rasil became an anatomy of pure ash. Simultaneously,I heard the open door's sound and Ikram entering the bathroom.

Drowsed,I listened to my older brother kicking and screaming,ranting to himself over unknown things and shattered the bathroom mirror with a punch. He had a psychotic episode,lasting for one full hour. I tempted to get up and ask him what was he doing,but I didn't dare (my older brother has temper of a frothing Pit Bull). Then,when Ikram stomped his ass onto bed,he sat there spitefully sans willingness to resume the sleep. A scowl appeared on his face,and his hair was more unkempt than usual. Believing that the atmosphere has settled down,I woke up and asked him what time is it. Ikram replied "Go back to sleep..." under a hateful tone. Out of corner of my eye did I see his packs gone on the round table,to which I repeated my question and he replied the same answer,this time with gritted teeth (he also tried to create a blunt out of torn paper,rolled,lit it and puffed. Seeing that nicotine wasn't added,he threw the fake cigarette in anger). When I insisted on indulging about what has happened tonight,he lashed out,threatening to slap me hard if I don't leave him alone. He even called me "Brat". That label hit my heart a little,since it's pretty rare (if ever) for him to use that word against me. Last time he called me that was in 1993 during Oslo Accords where Ikram loathed everyone because of the Gulf War and its consequences on his perished sanity and his descend towards permanent psychopathy. Frightened,I returned to sleep.

And now I'm having breakfast inside Sahara dining room with Razzaq,a younger sibling who left Bratsil's table to sit in front of me for reasons I found understandable. Known for his shy personality,we made a conversation in which he explained the details of 'Missing Cigarettes" incident caused by an intruder's theft of Ikram's you-know-what and the 'prank' initiated on Tahira's face,which later escalated into an enraging investigation on our siblings. I replied that,without shallow of a doubt,Rasil is the culprit,pointing out Rasil's Swiss knife.

"So you're telling me that you have knowledge of Ras' Swiss knife?" Razzaq inquired,after biting the delicious M'shewsha honey pie. Its ooze dripping out of the pie made his lips messy.

"One hundred percent,Raz. I spotted it when he and you were outside while Magool,Safa,Hadidja,me and Ikram went for a walk in the outskirts of Algiers." I answered sternly,biting my own honey pie "I informed my brother about this and he guessed that Bratsil will poke Tahira's ass with it."

"Even if this can be said to be true,surmission alone ain't legit if one points its finger at the accused without confirmation." Raz said "After all,you slept throughout this incident."

"You know full well I hate Bratsil's guts,don't you? He's an insufferable brat who stands against Kairo because the latter and I are emotionally attached."

"On par with Abu?" he asked,glancing at Malpig feeding Aboom with fork because the latter's hands are warped.

"Worse. Aboom at least had it coming when you told me that Ikram squashed his hand bones and wrists." I replied,sounding annoyed "Rasil the Dung-Haired Snake never experienced anything of sorts!"

Razzaq snickered with closed mouth.

"'Dung-Haired Snake',I like that!"

"Really?"

"Nem! His haircut looks as if an elephant took a dump on his formerly bald head!"

"Oh,you don't know how much I yearn to see him shaved bald!"

We laughed together as we joked around at Rasil's expense. Rasil heard us and shouted why we were laughing,to which I shouted back "Why do you care,dunghead?!". The laughter between us intensified after this.

"I mean,Raz,don't you think Rasil had intentions when he entertained himself with his Swiss knife?" I resumed the conversation.

"According to what he said yesterday,it's for his project."

Not surprised.

"Even so,who besides him would harass Tahira after entering the room where the most dangerous earthling in the World was present?" I dug deeper,forming a small smile "Could you believe it's coincidental that the intruder exclusively targeted Tahira... and not,say,Sarah?"

Razzaq took a minute to think through,placing his left hand on his chin.

"Hmm... You got the point,Yas."

"Told you." I smiled confidently "Now,where can I find him?"

The Mauritanian boy felt chills crawl down his spine,remembering the promise he had made with Ikram in exchange not to reveal to the public the Rasil info he provided. Breaking such promise would alienate Tahira's trust towards him (Razzaq,not Ikram).

"You need to ask your brother for that."

I leaned rightwards away from seeing Razzaq covering the view to see Ikram sitting on a different chair waiting for assigned CIC official to give him new packs,waiting for 9 hours since he woke up. Remaining on awful mood,he previously ordered a mug of coffee to eradicate dizziness and maintain his focus.

"No,no,no,no,NO!" I rapidly shook my head "I tried to interact with him when his screams woke me up and he went hostile towards me. Unless cigarettes are on his table,I don't want to risk it again!"

"Is Ikram a smoking addict?"

"You're putting it mildly,Raz. My older brother's wellbeing depends on them."

"I see." Raz replied,then asked "Has he always been like this?"

"La. Ikram used to be a completely different person before the Gulf War shattered everything what his past,saner self was." I explained,sounding upset by the reminder "The pre-1991 Ikram more or less had the same personality as Anisah – they were born twins -,while differentiated through ideological disagreements of Ba'athism,left-wing or right-wing alike,had a great sense of humor,and was - he still is,to be honest - highly ambitious. His trait of ambition stems from the fall of Nasserist discourse,desiring to replace Khenti as the rightful leader of the 'Arab Race',as he calls it. The war he fought against Javed in 80s demonstrated his resoluteness. Today,his madness equalizes his depraved personality."

"I said 'Rabid psychopathic Nazi beast' to his face."

"Couldn't have summed him up better."

"It's scary to contemplate about it." Razzaq commented,then suggested "Can we wait for Ikram to get his packs before I can escort you to Rasil's room section?"

"What do you mean by 'Rasil's room section'?"

"Rasil controls the rightward CIC room section occupied by 10 Moroccan Royal Guards."

"UGH! Who the hell does he think he is?!" I slammed the desk.

Raz replied nothing. I took a deep breath. 15 minutes later,a waiter approached Ikram and gave him two bought packs. We watched him snatch them off of the waiter's hands and lit one cigarette,spitting:

"Hawl alwaqti!" he shouted grumpily "Thank your hostess for cutting me from the brink of killing all of you!"

We immediately got up and began exiting the dining room while passing Ikram by. His stoic yet grumpy mask is regenerating upon sucking up the wrapper.

"Where are you two going?" Ikram asked,puffing his cigarette.

"To Rasil's room section." I replied.

"Wanna join us?" Razzaq added.

"No thanks,Raz. I'd prefer going outside to take some fresh air in solitude than enduring another ounce of everything inbred skunk-associated." he declined,then requested "But now that you're at it,will you ask him if he had any involvement in the night's incident? Better yet,can you obtain some of his... accessories relating to his so-called 'project' of defeating Tahira?"

"You mean,filch his stuff?" Raz thought.

"Nem. I'll reward you should you succeed."

"With what?"

"I don't know! I'll buy you shit at vending machine as a reward or something." Ikram replied,getting annoyed "Pretending to be an inspector was tiresome!"

"Let's go,Raz. We don't want to waste spare time nagging our ally while Bratsil's plots remain unchecked." I invited Raz,placing my hand on his shoulder in order to encourage him "Who knows what 'accessories' does he have in store."

"I'm in... I guess..." Razzaq said after he hesitantly stood silent,rubbing his nape.

10:10

We've treaded on Bratsil's turf,patrolled by two MRG men inside the very entrance (we hadn't seen the other eight yet). Although they appeared less funny due to them not wearing a bearskin on their heads,the men wearing red royal uniform,white belt and mantle,green fez and black boots while holding a SAR 21 rifle didn't intimidate me. Or to be precise,not enough to gang up on an opponent like me the way IDF troops always do.

As for Razzaq,he was shaking per each step we made.

"Already?" I exclaimed,turning to him. "Why are you scared? His petty bodyguards won't harm us."

"You-you think? These are Morocco's finest bodyguards,t-t-trained to secure the King." Raz looked askance with his eyes,halting the walk "Not to mention that they're under direct operational control of Rasil himself."

"Pff! I faced the IDF scoundrels for decades and yet I always pull off a trickery to outsmart them without instilling death." I explained confidently "One time,I electrocuted a puddle in Ramallah during which several of them chased after me by sinking a wire plug in the water and hid inside the bush to watch the effect. God,they tilted like malfunctioned robots!"

"It's-it's not that." he said "It's Rasil who I'm stressed out over. If he sees me with his enemies like you,he'll command the MRG to shoot us 10 on 2!"

"That's what you speculate. IDF usually miss every shot with bullets aimed at me,since they never truly dealt a significant blow against a skilled parkour and freerunning dude with years of training that isn't using jets. An IDF prick isn't capable of doing a backflip,for example."

One minute later,I and Razzaq reached Bratsil's room locked by an ornamented door and protected by two more MRGs. When I was about to knock on that door,one of them jumped on his right side blocking our way.

"Halt! You won't willy-nilly enter the bedroom of Mohammed VI's loyalest knight of the Order of Ouissam Alaouite without a believable reason!" the Royal Guard A told us,while his colleague B nodded."

"KNIGHT?! Since when was he a fucking knight?!" I protested "I can't recall Rasil informing us that he once trained jousting!"

"Ehem! The guard was referring to knighthood,not necessarily horse riding." Razzaq corrected me whilst lowering his upper body out of respect.

"One,you don't need to raise your voice and two,you hadn't given the reason to approach his room section here." The Royal Guard B said,sternly. He then asked "What's your name,kid?"

"Yasser Kader."

"Explain yourself."

I tried to find an apt answer,but Raz didn't want the guards to waste their forbearance. So he stepped forward and replied on my stead.

"There was an emergency meeting which occurred at midnight."

"We heard a man's scream on CIC alarm yesterday as we were sleeping." MRG A said.

"And what does this incident have anything to do with Mr. Benjelloun?" MRG B asked.

"My older brother Ikram put suspicion on him for stealing his cigarette packs,which later were used to mess up Tahira's face." I politely explained,even though accommodating an enemy personnel is alien to my standards.

"Iyeh,I grant you that." MRG B approved the explanation.

"With that been said,can I have a short chatter with him?" I requested "It won't be more than five minutes."

The royal guards looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders,to which one of them called Bratsil's name. We heard his muffled response from inside,shouting incoherently. 10 seconds of micro argument and Rasil unlocked and opened the door. The two guards left us. Rasil looked mostly same alike last day,with his full uniform donned minus tactical gloves,except his hair was messier and his red overcoat was unzipped. I also saw no smirk on his face,which was quite an improvement.

Rasil's hand on the door remained still as he looked at us,firstly at me,and then at Razzaq. He barred his teeth at the sight of his sidekick being together with his enemy.

"Raz?! Why the fuck did you send Yuckser?!" he outrageously asked "You were hanging out with that brat lately!"

"Have you had any involvement regarding the night's incident?" I started interrogating him,quoting Ikram. I glued my mask of courtesy in front of that scumbag.

"In the summit hall? Where that screeching lunatic flung Nayirah at the dinner room's door over an intruder harming Thugira? I barely noticed her,nor this entire scenario! I only woke up for a brief moment to check out what's going on because Ikram forgot to turn off the speech alarm!"

Wow! My brother is accidentally based.

"I bet he blew your eardrums off." I smirked mischievously,to deliberately anger him.

"How hilarious,Yuckser! Bravo!" Bratsil sarcastically replied "I slept earlier than usual because for the last three consecutive days I printed numerous researches for my project to debate my ex-'sister' into utter humiliation!" he let go his arm off the door "These papers located somewhere inside my room contain info about the Green March,evidences against Thugira's terrorism-sponsorship throughout North Africa,and viewpoints on Arab League's agenda,the last of which could've been addressed were not for my expulsion!"

"Tough,you shouldn't have disrupted Tahira with every opportunity." I told him,then commented "As for your 'research',they must've been pulled from your sand-ridden ass!"

Bratsil snarled. He shivered in rage.

"MOROCCO ONCE DOMINATED THE WHOLE PLANET ON THE LAST DECADES OF ICE AGE WHILE YOUR EXISTENCE IS BASED ON CHEAP MYTHS,ON HOMELESS SOUTHERN SYRIANS SETTLING IN ISRAEL JUST HOW 'WEST SAHARANS' ARE MAURITANIAN AND ALGERIAN DEFECTORS TO MY LAND!"

I want to uppercut his jaw so bad,but cannot! Not in a narrow place where ten (supposedly) elite soldiers protect his Houdini face. There are only four room walls which could be used as dodging spots,and even then it won't be abundant. Without formulating a strategy,fighting them alone sans Ikram would be counterproductive.

"I'M TRYING TO BE POLITE,BRATSIL!" I exploded,stomping. By this point,Razzaq also left to go somewhere till our quarrel is over "YOU CAN'T APPRECIATE ONE'S DOUBT BENEFIT WITHOUT RESORTING TO INSULT THEM!... You know what?"

I thrust myself onto his left body trying to enter his room for the purpose of looting whichever things he owns. Withstanding my pressure,Rasil stopped blocking the path and pushed me two times. I didn't fall on the floor as he expected,but he did manage to make me lose some of my balance. I attempted to thrust back one last time,only to be punched in the nose as result. He took me by my green shirt.

"I will NOT let you waltz inside,sneaky creep! Violating someone's privacy is your schtick,isn't it?!" Rasil yelled "Just do me a favor and pester Thugira instead! She has plentiful for you to loot from!"

"She didn't do anything evil to inspect her stuff! YOU on the other hand provided me some very reason to deal with you. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO LOCKPICKED IKRAM'S ROOM WITH YOU FUCKING SWISS KNIFE!"

"NO I DID NOT! Virtually no one dares to approach him when angry,let alone venture his place! Everybody recognizes that he's pathological psychopath capable of conducting bloodbath!" that talking point is to be expected "Joker is saner than that rabid animal!"

"DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY BROTHER IN MY PRESENCE!" I warned severely and raised my fist,after wiping the blood off of my bleeding nose with my sleeve. I gave him a glare,too "IF NOBODY WOULD EVER DREAM OF DOING IT,WHY DID YOU CARRY THAT KNIFE?!"

"PROJECT!" he screamed on top of his lungs.

"Fuck your project! The whole World would be better off without 'project'!" I mentally returned.

"Steaming along the line,huh?" I teased with profound derision,smiling. It pissed him off further "Could you be so kind and tell me what's oh-so important about your 'project'?"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE THE ANSWER,WEASEL! NOT WHEN YOU THREW YOUR STINKY SANDAL ON MY LEFT EYE DURING YESTERDAY'S SESSION! I PARTICULARLY HAD TO WASH MY FACE TEN TIMES TO REMOVE THAT SWEATY STENCH!"

"SAYS THE SNAKE WHO JEERED THAT MY CLOTHES WERE BOUGHT FROM DUMPSTER!" I countered,ignoring his last whiny comment.

"CAN YOU STOP SCREAMING EVERY FUCKING MINUTE,YUCKSER!?"

I let out a snort.

"You just did."

"Did what?!"

"Scream. And I thought it was me who does nothing but that."

In response to my cheeky zinger,Rasil,reminding himself of what he had ironically whined at me during the previous summit,screamed with closed mouth,slammed the door shut and locked it loudly with the key. I stopped grimacing,feeling triumphant for triggering him. On the flipside,I actually lost: He denied the charges and I didn't get the chance to explore his room. If I knock on the door again,he'd refuse to open it.

Turning back,I opted to look for Razzaq. He didn't tell me where he would go as he walked away. Maybe he feared that Bratsil would soon catch and then berate him why's he siding with me. Although,he won't go physical on him if the scene were to occur in private room rather than public area shielded by his bodyguards. I can smell his insecure cowardice from a kilometer.

Walking forth amidst MRG gawking at me,I was struggling to decide which concrete room was he hiding inside while most rooms were locked. Emergency exit wasn't one of them. The only other option available was the toilet. I saw a toilet sign nearby the dining room,to which I proceeded towards the pathway and entered its urinal. And here he was,standing between urinals and toilet partitions at the end of the room. Razzaq's facial expression resembled surprise,which instantly turned into that of happiness when I sighed in relief for finding him.

"What're you doing here,Raz?"

"Waiting for you,Yas. Rasil would've killed me had I stayed with you during your confrontation." Razzaq answered,confirming my similar speculation "I also took a piss there."

"You should've informed me where you were going before leaving." I said.

"I'd have loved to,but didn't for the same reason. Rasil is pretty nosy from my own experience; He tends to get aggressive towards others whenever one acts astray."

"Brat being brat..."

After commenting that,I took the chance to wash my face on the sink,slided my bangs off my forehead and gurgled with water to uphold oral hygiene. CIC toilets are far more developed and clean than my bathroom. Once I finished,I came back to him.

"So,how did your quarrel with Ras turned out?" Raz asked,curious.

"Hasn't been worth shit. He regurgitated 'PROJECT,PROJECT,PROJECT' like a fucking parrot,spewing that I don't deserve answers when I asked him what's so important about his pr- UGH!" I abruptly cut myself off midsentence,covering my face with frustration "I'm starting to LOATHE the word 'Project'!"

"Rasil emphasizing that word provoked you too much. Right?"

"Yeah. He did mention some research papers he wrote and their location,in addition of claiming he had no involvement in you-know-which incident." I begrudgingly crossed my arms,pouting "He even punched my nose to top it all off!"

I closed tightly my eyes,creating a brief silence surrounding the toilet room between us. Then,I reopened them.

"I need an alternative point of entry."

"To Rasil's room?"

"No,yours. Of COURSE it is his room! Which else would I infiltrate?!" I sarcastically shouted,then asked "Do you know where could I enter it that isn't the front door?"

"I'm not sure. Let me think." Razzaq placed his hand on his chin,rolling around.

I patiently waited for the answer,even under the weight of anger trying to dissuade me from waiting. Half minute later,Razzaq spotted a ventilation shaft with air grates on the left wall,positioned two and a half meters above. Those grates were kinda rusty by the looks of them,yet they still remain shut despite their decaying condition.

"Air shaft?"

"Correct." he turned his head to look at me "You could go through it."

I looked at the shaft again,then looked at him.

"Are you serious?"

He nodded.

"You're insane!" I protested,approaching the Mauritanian boy "I don't want to enter a passage unfit for my body! Not to mention it's too high to touch their grates!"

"Unless you wish to beat up Rasil's guards all by yourself,this might be the last way in."

"LA! I refuse to accept it!" I snapped at him "There must be some other pathway!"

"I can lift you up to remove the shaft's barrier. It won't be a problem for me." he assured me.

"I need a ladder to reach it." I jumped few times to demonstrate my inability to do so "As for your offer,I doubt your shoulders could withstand the pressure. We'll both be off-balance and fall on our asses!"

Razzaq insisted for the third time. I facepalmed hard,later to end up agreeing with him only because he was willing to help me.

"FUCK ME!" I yelled out before conceding.

He crouched and prepped his shoulders. I stepped on his shoulders one foot at the time. He then slowly rose up whilst holding my ankles so as to (supposedly) maintain the balance,disregarding the fact I had trouble swinging around and waving my arms in the air. Upon touching shaft's grated,I pulled them with all my sustainable strength. Knowing it'd take me around three minutes to remove the barrier,Raz tightened his lips over the pressure. Couple of pulls attempted and voila,the grates were taken off. I threw them on the floor,causing the grate gate to sound its metal.

"Razzaq,release my ankles!" I ordered.

He did so and I pushed my body up to let myself enter the shaft; My lower body followed seconds after. It was painful as it was the very first time,but I succeeded nevertheless.

"Mumtaz!" I shouted confidently,then warned him "By the way,Raz,if I get stuck inside,you'll owe me one!"

"Rodger that,Yas!" he saluted from behind.

10:35

Contrary to my expectations,the shaft tunnel is surprisingly fit for making moves,even if it may seem to be a carrot entering Malpig's butthole (disgusting analogy,I know) due to its stuffiness. Crawling this labyrinth would take me some time to escape onto Bratsil's room; all I know is that the tunnel should lead me leftwards,as the Moroccan serpent's room is on the left side of MRG-dominated room section.

Either way,damn Razzaq for forcing me to do this!...

Forearm after forearm,I steadily crawled forward with uncertainty. The tunnel itself was rusty and it's filled with spider webs. My body was aching from tunnel's lack of free space to let me move my limbs horizontally rather than just vertically. I advanced to the western route of the tunnel,edging closer to Rasil's room. Shortly thereafter,I discovered another ventilation shaft on my left side,and from here I saw Bratsil inside his bathroom powdering his lower face with fan brush being dipped onto compact powder held in his left hand. Such disgusting display showed that he's a closet faggot,using feminine makeup to beautify this horse's target sign as if he's hankering to look better than Tahira. It'd be much practical if he could simply shed his own skin to clean it anew like how his serpent relatives do.

"I can't wait the debate! I've set out everything for the showdown,from staging to various researches I labored for three days straight!" Rasil boasted to himself "Once I attain victory,Thugira will rue the day she propped Cryro to seize Western Sahara from the Kingdom! None shall undermine a blueblood knight like me ever again!"

"Why can't you use lipstick while you're at it,huh?! You'd impress the Arab League in no time,including your gullible loyalists!" I shouted,peeking through air grates so as to not let him see my face.

Bratsil,out of suspicion,stopped smiling temporarily,raised his eyebrow and rotated his head.

"Yuckser,is that you?!" he angrily shouted back,walking around to find me. What a fucking fool.

I replied nothing,embracing the silence.

"No response... Perhaps I'm hearing things. Oh well!" Rasil dully concluded,going back to resuming his facial freshening.

I cut my sights off of him and resumed the crawling. One minute had passed and I've reached the end of the tunnel,even though my own hands became dirty by contacting cobwebs (doesn't matter; I'll wash my hands when I return). I pushed hard the grates seven times,before it dropped to the ground on the eight push. Then,I jumped out of the shaft. Ahh! It hurt!; The landing got wrong because I hit my forehead,as this shit is the first time I ever entered a shaft. Nonetheless,after a quiet moan,I rose up and dusted off my clothes. The pain will eventually mellow down.

Observing Bratsil's room,it seemed that its almost identical to all CIC rooms. Almost,cause one thing which differs between it and that of the rest are five larger drawers and one brown door wardrobe,located next to where I stood. He must've inserted his research papers and other stuff there. The wardrobe itself could be a perfect place for hiding in case Bratsil emerges from the bathroom. Good thing the metal grates' thud hadn't drawn attention from him.

Without further ado,I approached the first drawer and pulled it open to check out what 'accessories' does he have. In it laid a sheaf of printed papers representing documented 'PrOjEcT rEsEaRcHeS' (judging how they were stacked),none of whom will I be able to examine them to the fullest from A to Z,particularly because Bratsil would show up and catch me by the time I finish the second page. The top paper sheet,which's been fastened by a stapler,had a dark green cover. I picked it up. Its front page had golden letters of 'Green March' written in Darija; below those letters was a glued 100 Dirham note,picturing that event in a form of marching crowd alongside a huge white dove flying above (Which is ironic to the core!: Brutally colonizing Sahrawis and maltreating Kairo for nearly half century is what Rasil deems 'peaceful'!). And on the very top of the sheet had the emblem of Morocco,consisting of the crowned Moroccan insignia,two lions sustained on two cornucopias,and one beige scroll levitating beneath them (I assume this emblem is featured in all of his sheets).

Following the first dark green sheet was the second burgundy sheet titled "The Crimes and Lies of Tahira Aberkane Cherifi; An Exposé." It can't be further from the truth. His bullshit delusions and fabrications about Tahira's alleged 'crimes and lies' will,with effort,be refuted by her. I bet on it! And the third red sheet was "Morocco's Forgotten History". Not sure which segments of Bratsil's history was forgotten,but I can smell the stench of extreme historical revisionism. I turned the first page of it and it read "Moorish Science Temple",which was among several references compromising the last sheet.

Unconcerned,I returned the three sheets back to their place and proceeded with the second drawer. One walking step to the right,I found a bucket of fresh mud and a rope surrounding the bucket. Why did he bring a filthy bucket at the Arab League? To throw the mud at Tahira's face? What's with the ropes? These questions left me pondering if his project is seriously about winning Tahira in a debate and not the tarnishing of her image. I could gladly use the bucket to throw it at him,but,as my older brother said yesterday: "We'll deal with him when its appropriate." And as of this moment,it ain't so.

The third and fourth drawer hid Rasil's clothes,yet the fifth (and final) one contained two things. One were several plastic tubes and crumpled papers he had used against her via spits,and the other thing left me flabbergasted,outraged and disgusted. It was a photo of Anna Goldhirsch,my former nemesis-turned-best friend,stained with semen. My thumb felt its white ooze.

"WHAT THE FU-" I yelled,only to cut myself off with both hands when I realized Rasil's still in the bathroom.

Is Bratsil jerking off to Anna?! Apparently,he does. I grabbed the photo and put it my brown trousers' pockets. Not exactly a related evidence for identifying the "Missing Cigarettes" perpetrator,but it's sure as Hell a overwhelming proof that Bratsil is a pervert! Alas,just as I was about to jump into the shaft,I heard the bathroom lock getting unlocked with the key,forcing me to sprint and crouch inside the wardrobe. Luckily,the wardrobe was empty and enveloped me in total darkness,minus the vertical dim light illuminating my feet and knees. Peeking through,I saw him emerging out of the bathroom. He marched in all directions,angered at the thought of someone having covertly trespassed his room.

"WHO'S THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF!" he yelled,feeling someone's watching him. I could also see the blush appearing on his face.

Rasil slowly walked towards wardrobe,while quietly panted so as to not notice any clue of my presence. As he came closer and closer,I kept my tongue shut,suppressing the urge to surprise him whilst the tension was pilling up. His head blocked the light emitted from almost-closed wardrobe's door. After ten more seconds,he turned back and went to go outside for a while. I exited the wardrobe with a sigh of relief. And then,off I go.

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11:00

Like yesterday,we've assembled in the CIC Hall on the eve of that 'Grand Duel' between Bratsil and Tahira,waiting for them. Unlike me,Ikram and Razzaq,most of our siblings are yet to settle on their delegation seats. Khenti is currently having a joint conversation with Andres,Mamadou,Idris and Huseyn. From what I can analyze,Khenti reassured that one of the four will become the moderator for the debate. As Andres has often been the moderator in the UNSC discussions since 2017,I guess Idris,the Chadian young man with white jalabiya dress,could give it a shot. Although I have no relations with him,Idris according to what my siblings,chiefly Sarah,had told me that he's distant yet friendly around friends and affectionate towards animals,but very suspicious towards strangers due to past events; Most notably Toyota War,the war she waged against him over Aouzou Strip because it contained uranium deposits.

Firstly with Razzaq and then with Ikram in the hall,I informed them about my infiltration of Bratsil's room,the air ventilation shaft passage,his documents,and semen on the Anna photo. The former was mortified by that stained photo,pleading that I shouldn't reveal it to the public lest his superior's reputation face a big blow. While I was worried for Raz and what would Rasil do to him should it be publicized,I'd enjoy the Moroccan Snake's meltdown. Nay,the majority of us would,albeit some like Aymen will perceive it with utter shock.

"BLEAGH!" Ikram inserted his connected index and middle finger into his tonsil in revulsion,while holding the photo with his other hand "Rasil has always been an inbred race traitor,but this shit surpasses a whole new level!"

"Bratsil is really flexing his disgusting outlook." I spat grumpily,crossing my arms.

"Masturbating at the picture of that hook-nosed Yahud violates the trust AND probity of the Arab Race! Indirect sexual intercourse with Western minions like Jews would land him on a live burial after I rip his dick off!" Ikram snarled,throwing it violently at his desk. To calm himself down,he took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it,even though he smoked another eight minutes ago. Sometimes,he uses three cigs in one fell swoop whenever the previous smoking gets interrupted. "Still,his semen isn't the cocaine powder which the intruder stained the floor with when he stole my packs. Hence,Inbred Skunk isn't the intruder."

"Are you giving up on tracking him?! Right after everybody was vetted except Rasil,you're gonna close the case just like that?!" I fulminated,getting up from my seat "I'll continue to deem Bratsil accountable,even if the pursuit lasts for an entire day!"

"Well,Tahira's personnel bought me few packs and-"

He cut himself off upon setting his sights on saddened Abu walking towards his seat,followed by Malik,Fahad and Aida.

"-mangled Aboom's hands." Ikram finished the sentence.

"It's still not an excuse to set the incident aside." I criticized him.

"You kinda have the point,brother." he agreed,smiling as he sucked in the cigar,putting the semen-stained photo inside his military pocket "For now,we'll observe their 'Grand Duel'. Once the pause comes to pass,we'll resume our quest."

"Shukran."

In midst of our siblings entering the hall one by one,Aida rushed to approach our table. She asked if she could sit in between our seats,and we accepted. Abu shouted at her to come back at once,but when Ikram merely turned his head at him with barred demonic teeth,he yelped and covered in fear. The trauma from midnight emergency meeting has largely faded from everyone's memory that isn't Abu's.

"You'll be protected by our side from the Gulf bullies,Aida." I comforted her,placing my hand on her shoulder. She hugged me tightly in return.

Soon after,Rasil and Tahira arrived from the curtains and walked forth to the podium carrying their documents for their verbal showdown. As always,all of us stood up and did a round of applause per tradition,though it was amusing to watch Abdullah groaning by the fact he can't clap his broken hands properly,nor use anything for that matter (Abu must've wept and pissed in bed after Ikram put him in his place). Tahira,despite being physically affected by the intruder's schemes against her nose,ears and mouth,honed her spirit high,maintaining her morale. She's holding her faith in herself,as displayed through deep breaths and stressed yet happy expression as her hands were trembling. Of not humbling herself before the immature brat next door.

When the two reached their respective podiums,Idris went to the central podium and spread his arms till the applauding ceased. Once they did,he dropped them.

"Sabah Alkhayr,everyone! You may've recognized me in this marvelous occasion as the ongoing leader of the Organization of Islamic Cooperation and one of the four honorary guests of the 31st Arab League summit. Mr. Hassan chose me because he believed that I have the widest contact with the Arab World than the other three. Therefore,I'll put my sincerest appreciation with him,his leader Abdelfattah el-Sisi,and Egyptian people." The second round applause surged,except Ikram pouted,sitting without joining in at this instance (he has personal vendetta towards Khenti).

Rasil smirked at Tahira and licked his chops to provoke her,bouncing his eyebrows; She barred her teeth at him and blushed in anger. Fucking insufferable dung-haired snake...

"Today,I present to you the contenders of the Grand Duel: On my right side is Tahira Cherifi,current Hostess of the Arab League,Maghrebi Iris,face of Arab-African solidarity,and aspiring Regional Power; And on my right side is her challenger Rasil Benjelloun,Baronet of the Order of Ouissam Alaouite,Lion of Atlas and Sharif of Sahara!" Idris finished the introduction. After few seconds of pause,he asked "So,if you agree,let us begin the debate with Tahira."

"Dris,you specified 'if we agree'." Bratsil quibbled,moving his hand while looking at him "Well,I disagree. If you ask me,I'd like to commence it with myself. After all,the debate was largely made possible by my request to the CIC authorities to do so with Thugira as compensation of her expulsion of me from the summit. Else why would she announce this event after Ikram spewed his one-hour rant the day prior?"

"I kicked you out for many reasons,wjah zebi!" Tahira retorted loudly.

"Let Idris do his job,Rasil!" Sarah added,standing up while taking her microphone near her mouth.

"Moment,please!" Idris moaned.

"Why are you meddling,Sarah?! Are you a fucking advocate?!"

"I'm his former enemy,Rasil,and don't talk to me with that condescending to-"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO TELL YOU THAT YOU AREN'T SOME EMPEROR OF THE SUMMIT,BRAT?! TAHIRA HAS HIGHER JURISTICTION THAN YOU!" I yelled in plural,jumping from my seat.

"STOP SCREAMING FOR ONE SECOND,PUNY PRICK!" Rasil squealed.

"DON'T MAKE ME COME FOR YOU,INBRED SKUNK!" Ikram threatened,also standing up.

"Do it! I dare you,you Daesh-loving Nazi piece of shit!"

"Slow the hell down,all of you,the whole World is watching us!" Khenti intervened,getting annoyed by the charade.

"Labas! May the World hear and watch us for all I give a shit!" Rasil angrily snapped at him. He then grabbed the burgundy sheet from the podium's storage board,tapping at it "And here's the entire documentation,called 'The Crimes and Lies of Tahira Aberkane Cherifi; An Exposé.',about what crimes did she commit,what lies did she spit,and what laundering did she do for regional terrorism,often with cooperation with Mariac!"

"Who,me?!" Tahira pointed her finger at her own chest.

"Nope,me! Yes,YOU,Thugira Shitifi,personally you!"

She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples,emulating her yesterday's frustration she had to put up with Bratsil constantly harassing her.

"We ought to sort our priorities. There has to be an order established within this debate." Idris sternly advised,glancing at Rasil while his head was fixated at hers.

"No amount of order can be set to fruition worthwhile,not when that INSOLENT LLAMA keeps farting from his mouth for his own gain!" Tahira argued to Idris,shooting Rasil a hateful glance. Her latter half of the comment caused the delegates to chuckle. She then turned her head at him with a sarcastic smile "Now,which 'crimes and lies' are you referring to,sweetheart? I've written factual counterarguments against your alleged 'three-day hard research' claims in advance."

"For starters,your recent purchase of Arisha Vasilyeva's wheat which happened one month ago,ignoring the suffering of Ukrainians." Bratsil said.

"Wow,it's the end of the fucking World,isn't it? It's literally catastrophic to buy milling wheat in tenders from an earthling you dislike to sustain one's wheat reserves,even though her prices were attractive due to Russia's record harvest last September!" she extended her comedic sarcasm "How about you,Brat-boy? How's your food shortage crisis going? Hmm? We hadn't heard a word from you when the rest of us like Bachir,Khenti and Malik discussed this issue."

"I was barred from speaking out,granny!"

"Don't care! Get to the point!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Morocco is among countries that produce wheat. But in times of drought being wrecked upon by the Russo-Ukrainian War - the worst drought not experienced in three decades -,I remain relatively reliant on wheat imports just like our siblings. With a sharp cut in local production and notable disruptions in Moroccan supply chains,I sought alternative markets to meet domestic demands and protect citizens' purchasing power amidst combating food insecurity. Thus,I negotiated with Adele and Ram to export me 5 million tons of soft wheat."

"You'd just 'ignored the suffering' of French and Indian lower class in doing so,hypocrite."

"What?! No I didn't!"

"See? You're no different from me when it comes to our mutual wheat insecurity. Look at the mirror twice before accusing someone of banal wrongdoings."

"Splendid,Mrs. Hostess. You've successfully dismantled Rasil's first argument." Idris said "0:1 for Ta-"

"NOT SO FAST! I hadn't finished my claim,you fucking simpleton!" Bratsil snapped at him,slamming the podium. He then moved his head to look directly at her eyes "Unlike you,I don't trade goods between aggressors in order to boost my prestige as this 'Sleeping Giant of North Africa'; Damn anyone who awakens Algeria lest she gets filled with terrible resolve and shake the continent!... One such example is Medgaz."

"Firstly,Arisha and Russians aren't the aggressors in Russo-Ukrainian War,but retaliators who've finally responded to the eight-year persecution of ethnic Russians living in Donbas which has been conducted by CIA-backed Banderites after they seized control over Daryna's lands during the Maidan Uprising,overthrowing the democratically-elected Victor Yanukovich,together with the failure to ratify Natalia's Minsk Agreements before the war began. Seco-"

"I knew it! Thugira has had exposed where her true allegiance lain before the Arab League!" Bratsil pointed his finger at her,not realizing that the vast majority of the League,discounting the Gulf Gang (minus Malik,oddly enough),agree with Arisha. Same goes true for Anisah,Javed and Afshar "She sides with the enemies of the Free Wo-"

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME WITH YOUR ATLANTICIST BULLSHIT,ASSHOLE!" Tahira yelled. She took five seconds to revert her previous volume "Secondly,Medgaz is a subsea pipeline connecting Algeria and Spain through Beni Saf and Almeira funneling natural gas. It interlinks Hassi R'Mel gas field as one of the six pipelines of Algerian gas system stretching from Nigeria to Italy. And for your information,Bratsil,my refusal to renew the contract of the Maghreb-Europe Gas Pipeline gave birth to Megdaz."

"I hadn't got anything from your stupid agreements with Mariac."

"Wait,I thought you view Maria and me as your sworn enemies and not partners? Why can't you make up your sandy mind for once?"

The delegates,including Ikram and me,couldn't help but giggle at her comeback. Rasil,seeing that his arguments didn't go quite well as of the debate's early stage,shivered in outrage.

"'SAF' MY 'BENI',THUGIRA!"

"Yup,definitively 0:1 for Tahira!" Idris stated between giggles.

"SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH,SAHELIAN NIGGER!"

"Using the N-word is forbidden,Rasil!" Karim warned with crossed arms,sitting next to his older brother Khenti.

As Tahira received her first score point,silence ensued once the soft laughter diminished.

"Although it's moderator's technical task to present the next topic on behalf of the winner,you were the first to ask questions on your opponent. I'm afraid it's Rasil's turn to speak first." Idris told her in a tone full of pity. He then faced him,asking "What does your Autonomy Plan for Western Sahara consist of and what would it accomplish? I heard from Africanews eight months ago that Maria,or at least her government,provisionally accepted your proposal."

He inhaled,and took couple of papers from the burgundy sheet after searching the appropriate content for this question. He read the following:

"The Moroccan Autonomy Plan is a proposal submitted to the UN in April 2006,one year after the Second Sahrawi Intifada ended,that would grant official autonomy to Hassaniya-speaking Beidans - or White Moors -,AKA 'Sahrawis'. According to this plan,'Sahrawis' would run their little Polisario government under Moroccan sovereignty,as well as Makhzen taking over Western Sahara's defense and foreign affairs. Vexed by Cryro's perpetual resistance against me plus his rejection of the former Baker Plan in February 2004,I petitioned Alfred Jones to back the proposal up." Bratsil dropped these papers onto podium's desk. Ikram covered his face with both hands,stiffened them and uttered "Cocky skunk,envoy of Blonde Vermin..." under his breath. It also goes without saying that my veins are boiling bloody per each word Bratsil spits "When the Spanish government accepted my proposal whilst being falsely attributed to Mariac on this year,I tried to reason with that ungrateful excuse of a 'brother',telling him he can keep Western Sahara within my domain with inclusion of an independence referendum after staying autonomous for five years,in exchange for his unconditional acceptance. And what was his reply? 'You lie! I'm not gonna accept your extortionate autonomy if that's what you want!' So,I disciplined him good."

"'Extortionate' indeed. Clamoring Sahrawis to be subservient to you for a phony autonomy while depriving them of their inalienable right to self-determination,denying them to form non-Polisario political associations,incarcerating or executing Sahrawi activists,agitators and critics,imposing Devshirme upon their children to be recruited into your army and deporting Christian foreign workers who dare aid Sahrawi orphans! All of these atrocities are by definition 'Extortion'; You're insulting their and Kairo's intelligence!" Tahira lectured him with rightful anger,realizing that fun and jokes are no more from this moment onward. Razzaq,Aymen,Sarah,Magool,Aida,Bachir and I collectively nodded. Her voice yielded an antidote against the Moroccan serpent's rage-inducing spiel "Moreover,your 'discipline' on Kairo comprised whimsical smacking,kicking,bondage,groping,waterboarding,throwing and laughing at his pain! Kairo himself informed me all the listed things you did to him firsthand in Constantine where I reside the day after,saying tearfully that you deep down DON'T CARE if he accepts your autonomy or not! And then you wonder why Sahrawis became separatists in the first place!"

"Cryro the Wimp is no angel either,Tabon! His precious Polisario is also recruiting children,deports them to Cuba for Communist indoctrination should they resist,separates families of their own population in Tindouf,restricts their freedom of movement in camps controlled by Brahim Ghali's forces and encourage riots against Makhzen! He's FULLY ok with that!"

"Pure whataboutery on your part." Tahira replied scornfully.

"How's this 'whataboutery'?!"

"You counter-accuse Kairo of human rights violations that are in reality desperate measures enacted in order to continuously endure your 50+ years of neocolonial occupation,detracting my quote-unquote 'lies' away from your sick belief that Kairo and his people deserved it!" She clenched her fists in anger.

"Iyeh." The crowd gasped in shock (except me and Ikram. We are seething at Bratsil right now) "Because the so-called 'inalienable right' of 560000 parasites can't override the right of 37 million Moroccans to have a stable country with reliable resources and permanent borders! You can't advocate for splitting my own land in half to please a hypocritical concept called 'self-determination'. It's only 'self-determination' when it's convenient to you! Not to mention the ingratitude of Beidan bastards!"

"Your nation is already stable like sleeping hyena,you moron!" Magool shouted.

"Was I speaking to you,niggie pirate?!"

"RASIL!" Karim yelled,standing up. Bratsil used the N-word again. If he does so on the third time...

He looked at the Sudanese man for a fraction and gulped,feeling uncomfortable. Another ten-second silence came in.

"INGRATITUDE!?" Tahira squawked "HOW THE FUCK ARE THE SUBORDINATED AND DOWNTRODDEN SAHRAWIS UNGRATEFUL?! DID THEY HURT YOUR FUCKING FEELINGS AT ONE POINT?!"

"Three reasons: A. There are no 'Sahrawi people' as there are French,American or Moroccan people! The only institution which claims to represent Sahrawis are Kairo's Polisario fucking Front; B. My king Mohammed VI punishes those who defy the Kingdom and rewards those who side with it! A rare Beidan/'Sahrawi' person who does the latter is rewarded handsomely by,say,being gifted a scholarship to a medical school in Rabat and then in Europe,be employed by the State,or receiving extra subsidies that included subsidies on water,which is what not all Moroccans received throughout half century!" he took a pause,then read the last reason from his dark green 'Green March' sheet,switching the burgundy one with it "And C. My autonomy proposal offers not two,but five alternative choices for Cryro. You all heard me right,FIVE! Those are:

1. Stay in Morocco as Moroccan citizens and accept to live in a country that goes from the Mediterranean Sea to the Mauritanian border.

2. Live with Razzaq in Mauritania,which its national culture is the same as his.

3. Convert Tindouf Province into Sahrawi state by developing it from scratch. Polisario rules Tindouf's refugee camps.

4. Join the Mali War as insurgents in Azawad and carve a huge enclave in Moussa Keita's territories.

5. Beg for the refugee status as a political refugee and move to Spain or Iceland.

Those are my offers. And in all five cases,Kairo will NEVER own Western Sahara again if he swipes the original proposal off the silver platter!"

"Sounds more like a blackmail than a good-faith choice,à mon avis." Bachir commented.

"I wouldn't say so,my boy." Malik replied "His way of negotiating is compassionate compared to my penalties on sorcerers."

"Hadha kulu shay! I'm going to duck out for a smoke!" Ikram abruptly growled,temporarily abandoning his delegate seat,grabbing his bought packs,to exit the CIC palace and do what he just said.

Everyone was intrigued by Ikram's decision to leave due to his toleration for Bratsil's sanctimonies had reached the limit,if not emboldened as was the case with Abu. They watched him heading outside. Up until this very moment,Aboom had zero guts to gaze at Ikram blocking his sights on Aida,let alone hurt her again. My older brother noticed this,and swerved in reverse to request me to shoot a photo of his face. Grabbing my phone on my delegate desk,I ensured that the snapshot I took displayed his creepiest expression possible for deterrence. Him widening his extremely baggy eyes and exposing his gums did the trick. Once he left for real after he thanked me,I positioned my phone vertically directed at Abu. I called his name. He saw the photo of Ikram right next to Aida,and he instantly backed off scared.

Additionally,Ikram kicked Nayirah's chair leg to make her fall as he passed her by,with her hitting her nape against the lectern desk wall. Khenti,irritated at Ikie's attitude and cursing him with mutters,got up to help her stand up along the way.

"Thank Allah this open Nazi freak is gone!" Bratsil spat to his relief,crossing his arms while starring on the floor.

"Not for long,Rasil." Tahira countered,then continued "Bachir got the point. You essentially expect Kairo to pick one of the last four doors - and first 'choice' is the status quo - to show him with should he reject your autonomy plan once more."

"Wanna know why?"

"We'll be glad to hear it." Idris replied.

"Because Morocco is here to stay from North to South,from Rif till Dakhla! Brahim Ghali and his Polisario shall NEVER possess Western Sahara,and I don't care about 'Sahrawi' grievances! I'M SICK OF THEIR NEVERENDING INTIFADAS!" Bratsil roared with a strong fisted slam on the podium,then took a deep breath "By supporting self-determination for Cryro,you stand for usurping my territory and sovereignty to Beidan mercenaries who are piloted and sponsored by the Algerian Chief of Staff Said Chengriha! By THUGIRA!"

"Substitute Morocco for Israel and Western Sahara for Palestine,and your treacherous stance correlating Sahrawi and Palestinian causes cannot be less transparent! And no,it's not just your normalization of relations with Anna,though there are few spicy reciprocations made decades ago as Israel's double agent that would cause amassed backlash from diehard Anti-Zionist opposition among the Arab League against you,should they get revealed."

"COME ON! Kairo and his people are treated with undeserved kindness! I don't demolish their houses in response to riots and terrorism the way IDF does to Palestinians!"

"Heh... How quaint of you."

"Why should I? Those houses in Western Sahara are mine."

"Pity you don't consider Sahrawis living in these same houses as yours. Oh,right,I forgot,you said 'there are no 'Sahrawi people'" Tahira mocked. Her sassy voice toeing her words caused Bratsil to tremor and steam with barred teeth of being roasted for the second time. Plus,his lack of introspection made it even better,garnering some chuckles in the hall. She returned her normal tone "Nevertheless,your willingness not to destroy houses where Sahrawi 'squatters' live is 1 good out of 99 bads."

"How the heck did you reach that fucking number?!"

"Countless shady things are occurring in Morocco,but the most recent one I can remember,apart from you targeting 6000+ Algerian phones with Anna's Pegasus spyware last year,was your military intervention in Guerguerat on November 13th 2020,where your forces crossed the Berm into the demilitarized buffer strip monitored by the UN to purge Sahrawi peaceful protesters near that village. A war crime,if you ask me."

"It isn't!" he denied "These bastards blocked the road connecting my Southern Provinces to Sub-Saharan Africa one month prior! This operation has been necessary to restore the free movement of 200 stranded Moroccan truck drivers and goods they were conveying! Cryro made it worse by declaring war on me,shitting that I allegedly violated the 29-year ceasefire agreements of the 90s! Since then,he's been carrying out daily bombardments against Berm!"

"Maybe you should've let the Sahrawis protest until they disperse the road,while truck drives could've drove their way around Sahara rather than following the blocked route towards Guerguerat." Andres advised,sitting between Mamadou and Huseyn on the right side of the hall's back "Kairo even urged me to call an UN intervention against you."

"Who are you to speak to me like that,idiot! That whiny brat's assaults on my border,particularly his four rocket launches in January 2021,clearly demonstrated that I'm not hitting him hard enough!" Bratsil snapped at him,getting furious.

I pushed his weakening composure further by doing what he did to Tahira yesterday: Snatching Bratsil's plastic tubes under Razzaq's permissible oversight,crumpled a torn paper,mixed it with my spit,inserted it inside the tube and shot at his cheek. It made everyone except the former chuckle.

"HEY!" he turned,enraged "DON'T TOUCH MY SPITBALLS!"

"Not hard enough force to successfully suppress them and have a tantrum over it,that's for certain." I leaned my microphone after tossing the spitball equipment next to his desk,giving him a dirty look. Tahira curled her lips with crossed arms "If Kairo and Polisario were to formulate an organized terrorist force to wage a volatile uprising inside Morocco's mother lodes in Casablanca,Rabat,Marrakesh,Fes and/or Agadir,the way I've done against Likud and IDF during two Palestinian Intifadas and beyond,you'd seek therapy as they attempt to assassinate your dear king! Otherwise,this right here is the SOLE reason why you feel so 'powerful' while Kairo continues to foolishly remain wimpy!... BITCH!"

All of those present in the hall laughed their asses off. Idris farted from his mouth in midst of it,and raised his left hand to indicate that Tahira's score is now 0:2,unable to speak from giggling.

"ARE YOU FOR REAL,DRIS!? IS THIS THE SHIT I'M GONNA DEAL WITH NOW?! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING CHAD FOR HANDING THUGIRA AN UNEARNED SCORE,WHEN I BEFOREHAND EXPLAINED MY POINT ABOUT THE FUCKING AUTONOMY PROPOSAL!" he roared,turning red "KEEP FUCKING LAUGHING! YOU'LL MOURN SADDER THAN BY THE DEATH OF DEBY ONCE I RUN A TOYOTA OVER YOUR SWAG-ASS,YOU FUCKING NIGGER!"

He actually hit the N-word for the third time. Loud and clear. Karim,for Bratsil violating that law,strode towards him and stood for several seconds starring at his eyes,after which he bitchslapped him,Will Smith-style,implicitly showing that he's finally fed up with him.

"DID IT HURT?!" Karim shouted as he walked back to his seat.

"FUCK YOU,ASSCRACK!" Rasil hissed out of pain,holding his targeted cheek.

"FUCKING SUE ME,KALB!" the Sudanese man snapped at him "NO N-WORD MEANS NO N-WORD!"

His scream was genuinely loud,but the collective laughter made it seem less intense than it was supposed to be. While Idris the Moderator swiftly called off the first round of the Grand Debate for a pause,Tahira boldly unleashed her own spit at Bratsil's face. Not out of contempt or disgust,but out of karma. Taking so much humiliating moments within a single minute,he ran off to his room shrieking without taking his sheets with him.

Now that everyone left the hall,I went outside to visit Ikram. I can't wait to see his reaction to what has just happened.

12:00

The Sun shone brighter across the CIC exterior,with solar warmth engulfing the surroundings. Grasses shimmered before the light star,brightening them like acres of lawn. Winds howled on the same rhythm as my speed of the rush to find Ikram. It's more than obvious that Ikram enjoys contemplating things in solitude whilst clearing up thoughts via smokes filling his lungs mixed with fresh air,watching the outskirts of Algiers. Encountering him in a serene state is uncommon,since most of the time he's a grumpy and unimaginably broken psychopath. But each time a cigarette lays in his lips,it'd be safe to approach him alone,not unless the person in question a Western soldier (preferably a Marine of the Navy Seal variety or anyone wearing a FAST helmet),a random Kurd (especially females),Iraqi Shia mullah,Anglo or French tourist,or individuals blacklisted in his persona non grata list like Alfred,Bill or Nayirah.

It was childishly easy to spot him; He was sitting on an area bellow the walled billboard,the exact place where we conversed together on previous day until Bratsil ruined the vibe. I had an immediate thought of teasing my older brother for fun by 'pickabooing' him from behind while he wasn't looking,but,given the fact that Ikram usually doesn't take light-hearted shenanigans too well,I didn't. Instead,I simply shouted his name from afar.

"IKIE,IKRAM!"

He turned,raising his eyebrow. Upon seeing me,he said:

"Oh! Yas,you came back! No need for spri- ACK!" I stumbled against his chest,succumbing myself. His fifth cig consequently fell "Hmph... Never mind..."

To correct this mistake,I crouched to pick up that cigarette and inserted it in-between his sharp teeth (had I said "I'm sorry",he'd get angry for acting feeble. Actions speak louder than words.). Mildly annoyed,he lit again the smoking object with his lighter as I sat next to him.

"How was the residue of the first round?"

"I was about to ask the similar question. He,he,he,you missed out something spectacular!"

"What? Did Tahira win the round?"

"0:2 for her! But it's not what had been spectacular."

"What was it,then?"

"Bratsil's reaction! Oh my,oh my,the way he cracked! He kept denying ad nauseam sticking to his sophistries as Tahira roasted and refuted his arguments with her own over and over again - Andres even told him off -! The rage accumulated inside his brain per each loss exploded when I threw a truth bomb at his ass about how Kairo's hypothetical escalation of his guerrilla could make a huge difference,coupled with shooting a spitball at his face by using his tube!" I ecstatically explained,impatient to let out another laughter "After yelling 'BITCH',I channeled their laughter onto Bratsil! He then screeched at Idris whining his hardest over how 'unfair' was Idris' choice to increase her points,to the point of uttering the N-word for the third time!... KARIM SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!"

Ikram also began to laugh after standing up,holding his knees by his scarred hands so as to not lose balance,how funny it was.

"DID IT INCLUDE BLOOD?!" he cackled,slapping his knee.

"NO,BUT BRATSIL SHRIEKED LIKE A PRESCHOOL GIRL!" I replied between loud laughs "My Allah,he COLLAPSED! HA,HA,HA,HA,HA!"

We cackled like two clowns making amusing noises all over the quiet city. The effect had Ikram in tears. One minute later,we calmed ourselves down.

"Tahira is my second best sister in the World,right after Anisah! Arrogance breeds ignorance,but in inbred skunk's case it breeds bitterness; Bitter over the refusal to acknowledge someone's highly-crafted proofs!"

"Mutafiq."

Pause.

"Speaking of Anisah,she had contacted me half an hour ago during my solitude." My brother told me,watching Algiers' Mediterranean landscape.

"Really?! Our sister did reply after all these hours!"

"At last. Anisah commented over the missing calls we dialed her last night before greeting me."

"Is she mad at us?"

"Far from it. She was worried,telling me she felt careless for not responding to them despite sleeping at the time."

"How was the conversation?" I asked with a kind smile,swinging my legs forward-backward.

"Apart from Anna's persistent shelling of Damascus,Anisah apprised me that an ongoing Cholera outbreak originating in Euphrates' contaminated water has from September 10th spread across North-West Syria,affecting northern Lebanon within following month of October. Her Assadist government confirmed 942 cases and 44 deaths." Ikram described "In addition to this,she informed that the FSA lowlifes experienced a dramatic leadership shift in their 'Syrian National Coalition' due to the severity of perennial concerns over the adherence to their goals. Being enmeshed at the northwestern edge of Syria hadn't made it feasible for them."

"Just desserts!... I mean,the FSA,not Cholera." I then asked "Have you told her about the Missing Cigarettes incident and its intruder?"

"That,and from the summit's first day till the Grand Debate. It took me exactly five minutes to summarize them all up for her." he answered with a sullen sigh "Astonished by Tahira's misunderstood lash-out at me and the midnight interrogation meeting,Anisah guessed that the culprit was Malpig,citing hashish - she loathes him more than I do. She has never forgiven Malpig's attempted rape on her in 2012 -. I replied that although the Gulfie khinzir does smoke,he wasn't the one who brought cocaine powder in CIC. She tried to guess again by accusing either Suleyman or Blonde Vermin; I reminded her that she's dumb as fu- EHEM!..." he cleared his throat out of inconvenience. I knew exactly what he ached to say. Dude,I'm not deaf! "That Suleyman isn't a member of the Arab League,and Blonde Vermin has never interfered in this organization but relentlessly opposed it in Saint Anna's name."

"Have you mentioned Bratsil and his suspicious Swiss knife?"

"Nem. I mentioned his absence in the emergency meeting,but Anisah wasn't fully convinced since there's a mutual mistrust between one other. I asked her why and she said that inbred skunk voted for her readmittance to the AL in 2019,all the while financing FSA."

"Double-headed snake..." I seethed,gripping tightly the stone bench.

"Lastly,Anisah expressed support for Tahira in the Grand Debate."

"Based!"

"'Based' on what?"

"Not the prime definition." I told him with a jolly tone "Its second meaning is a better way of saying 'Cool'."

"Ah,ok. I could use it soon... And afterwards,she ended the call."

Silence occupied the ambient for usual ten seconds.

"Can I call Anisah? I want to hear her voice."

"Do you have something to tell her?"

"Yes. Please,give me your phone!"

Ikram shook his head with a puff and rolled his eyes as he did so. I dialed her number and placed it on my ear. It beeped three times before Anisah answered the call.

"Merhaba again,Ikie! Have you forgotten to say something? We already discussed for like fifteen minutes."

"It's me,Nisie!"

"UUUHH! Pleasure to contact you in these turbulent times,Yas! I hadn't heard you in long time!" Anisah said in a somewhat motherly tone.

"Uhm,we contacted one another five days ago,and you're acting like it's been five weeks!"

"I can't help myself,my dear bro!" she excused,after which she asked the question she asked Ikram,which is "Having a good time?"

"It's mixed,sister." I replied "It was mostly nice - in no small part because of my request for Tahira to shuffle 'Palestinian Cause' somewhere near the bottom of the League's agenda in order to let the summit diversify itself -. Gotten along with Magool,Safa,Hadidja and Razzaq,but Bratsil continues to disrupt the scene and nag me with his snake-like hubris!"

"I can smell this myself." she told me cautiously "The session being held in Algiers must've coveted him. Rasil and Tahira abhor each another."

"I know,Anisah... Are you feeling well?"

"Classic. I'm mostly fine in spite of war and Suleyman's incursion into my lands." Anisah replied,sounding dejected.

"Are you willing or able to wait for me and Ikram in Amman airport at near midnight? The summit will conclude at 18:00."

"Everything for the goodwill of my best brother! I'll ensure my arrival there as fast as possible."

"Shukran!"

I ended the call and returned Ikram's phone. God,I hadn't been this happy throughout my sojourn in CIC.

"Yas,look at the time! The second round is almost up! Three minutes before 12:30!"

"Let's go!"

12:30

We reentered the summit hall and the state of it was mostly same,as all earthlings sat back to their seats and opponents plus moderator to their podiums. Some early,some on time,some late; I and Ikram were among the middle category. However,we stopped out moves when we noticed a strange dot on Idris' face from the distance: Zooming closer,it was a nasty bruise planted onto his right eye. Like with the missing cigs on Ikram's part,the one who punched Idris was none other than Bratsil. Why? Because on the eve of the first round's end,Bratsil threw a tantrum on him,so I'd assume he punched him behind the scenes away from the hall or everyone's sight.

And if this wasn't enough,Karim disappeared. He's nowhere to be found. You might be thinking: "Yas,I'm pretty sure he's busy doing toilet stuff. You can't possibly blame Rasil for this,right?" Well,you're partially correct. Prior leaving,Karim announced that he'll go to the WC to urinate. Half an hour has passed and he should be present here at this very moment,but isn't. Unless Karim is defecating without saying it publicly.

Rather than doing what was expected (i.e. sitting on my delegation seat to watch the second round),I marched towards Rasil while Tahira starred sheepishly at everything around her,trying to figure out what the fuck is going on,as well as the above 'small' incidents. Ikram followed me.

"Dris! What happened to you?" Ikram inspected,standing close to him.

Idris stood silent in an odd fashion,but Bratsil stepped forth.

"Technical difficulties,Yuckser!" he sneered "Idris injured his eye onto an emergency alarm by accident!"

"OH YEAH?!" I swiftly pulled him by his khaki uniform,barring my teeth out of indignation "The 'technical difficulties' you're speaking of are YOU! YOU GAVE HIM A BLACK EYE!"

"Not ag- GET OFF ME,YOU DIRTY RAT!" Bratsil pushed me,abruptly releasing his collar.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING 'RAT',YOU FUCKING SKUNK?!" Ikram stepped in front of him,raising his fist.

"Ih you did,Moroccan brat!" Tahira jumped from her podium to join the bicker "No one but you is prone to act aggressively when losing!"

"ENOUGH!"

We shut our mouths in an instant,turning around to see Khenti standing up mad,approaching us.

"Guys,I'm not into using swear words,but WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON WITH THE FUCKING BLACK EYE BULLSHIT?!" he yelled,throwing violently his arms below.

"Here comes Cuntses the Pharaoh! FANTASTIC!" Ikram sarcastically shouted.

"BRATSIL PUNCHED THE MODERATOR IN THE EYE!" I answered loudly,pointing my thumb at inbred skunk.

"NO I DIDN'T! YUCKSER ATTACKED ME AT RANDOM FOR UMPTEENTH TIME!"

"Yes y-"

Idris spoke something we barely heard,yet that snake shot him a death glare to force him into silence. He tilted a bit.

"CAN WE JUST BEGIN THE SECOND FUCKING ROUND,INSTEAD OF DESCENDING INTO NEXT FUSS?!" the General-Secretary of the AL snapped at us.

"AND CAN YE JUS' BREAK YO NOSE TO AVOID YO POOH ANCESTORS' WRATH?!" Ikram taunted with a girly accent,crossing his eyes "LORD VOLDEMORT WOU' BE PROUD OF YO NEW LOOK!"

Khenti also pulled forcefully his dark green jumper's collar with both hands.

"DON'T YOU DARE BADMOUTH MY ANCESTORS,INSOLENT CUR! YOU'VE ALREADY EARNED A YELLOW CARD FOR ESPOUSING INDESCRIBABLE SADISM IN YOUR FASCIST SPEECH,CACKLING LIKE AN ASYLUM PATIENT!" he yelled through gritted teeth. I walked few steps closer towards them so as to see their faces. Khenti then lowered his voice,ungritting his teeth without removing the fury "I've no idea why am I allowing you here!"

"Are you playing a referee right now?"

"I'LL TUG YOUR DRY,SLASHED SCAR ACROSS YOUR FACE EXPOSING YOUR FLESH!"

"Hmpfff! Do you think I'm scared?! You never intimidate me in the slightest,Cuntses!" Ikram pushed away Khenti's grip over his collar hard,after sniggering "I could take your earrings off with my finger and call it a day! At least humanity will no longer recognize you as transfag!"

"IKRAM,STOP IT!" Tahira shouted,advancing near him while passing the spot I'm standing on.

"STOP WHAT?" he turned at her.

"STOP TAUNTING KHENTI,FOR FUCK SAKE!"

"Tell that to Cuntses! He stuck his pee-pee of a nose where it didn't belong. I'm not a man who pursues infighting,unless I'm pissed off or have a reason for it!"

"LIES! That devil next to me detects any available opportune chance to harass me whenever my younger brother Karim - Dickram's ironic 'bestie' - isn't present! And as I'm speaking,he's nowhere in sight!" Cuntses looked at Tahira,complaining angrily "Oh Horus bearing witness from the skies,where's Anisah when you need her?!"

"You blocked her entry two months earlier,homo!"

Khenti stomped.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Firstborn of the Arab Race,at Anno Domini."

"Every goddamn time I encounter you,you never show any degree of respect for me! Always foaming inside wherever I go,whatever I do!" he ranted "When I spoke out against the proposal to hang Saddam in 2003,you replied to my reasoning by spitting on my face!"

"Psychology sucks,I know."

"STANDING YOU IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

"Don't care,cuntboy! Moses should've finished cleansing your cosmopolitan butt out of existence,undead FRAUD!"

Not taking it any longer,he swung his leg kicking Ikram's head,making him trip by heels and fall down. As he proceeded to stand up (I lent him a hand to elevate on his feet,but he refused,replying that he can do it himself),Khenti screamed "SECOND YELLOW CARD!" in midst of him going back to his seat,indicating that a 'red card' will strike my older brother if he makes one final error. I can't imagine what its consequences would be...

"There we go! You asserted your pharaonic ethos atop of Watan once more!"

"SUCK MY DICK,ARAB HITLER!" he upraised his middle finger.

Ikram grinned.

"You mean your implanted Anubis' snout when a Nile crocodile ate your dick off?"

Khenti threw his own CIC tablet right at Ikram's face,hitting him squarely. The former instantly stormed out of the hall,slamming the door behind him. One minute of confused silence later and the dust has settled. All of us reverted back to where we were before Ikram started the scene with his well-intentioned question. We expected Idris to commence the second round of Rasil vs Tahira debate,but told us that it'll be postponed for next ten minutes,stating that he can't do it if Khenti isn't present in the summit.

Everyone groaned as our collective reaction and waited for eight minutes,after which Khenti came back in a bad mood. He stomped his ass onto his seat. Ikram crossed his arms,watching Bratsil with greater suspicion than ever before; So was I.

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13:05

Ikram's PoV

Ali Al-Wardi,a secular Iraqi social scientist,once wrote that "The more stupid a person is,the more he becomes convinced that he's best at everything.". This quote precisely describes Cuntses,Inbred Skunk and the Gulf Gang. Only this time,the third were wise not to speak their deceiving mouths up. What appeared to be a minor dispute about Idris' black eye became a big shitshow when 'stupid' Cuntses trod his way in to put a stop to it,even though nobody invited him. He'd done it because he's 'convinced that he's best at everything',of being the professed leader of all Arabs because of power,economy and military strength. An unrepentant traitor who only came into prominence because Gamal Nasser convinced non-Arab yet 'Arabic-speaking' Egyptians that they're jewel of the Arab Fatherland (Happy now,Anglo simians? I've translated 'Watan' for you!) who beforehand turbocharged his sham political carrier by stealing Pan-Arabism as his 'own' from pure-blooded Sunni Iraqis who've invented it in 1935 alongside Tadmuri thinkers like Michel Aflaq and Zaki al-Arsuzi (Syria's true name is "Tadmur",or Palmyra; Blonde Verminette Adele deliberately renamed Tadmur after Assyrian Empire to completely disregard indigenity of its Arab residents. Same goes for Jordan whose real name ought to be Nabat/Nabataea and not be named after an Israelite river).

Egyptians aren't Arabs. Never were and never will be. Their artificial creation called Egypt was only resurrected because an Albanian tobacco merchant named Muhammad Ali Pasha purged Mamluks,guardians of the last vestiges of Abbasid-Ayyubid Caliphate subjugated as a former Ottoman dependency,thereby creating the Khedival Dynasty which is as much illegitimate as the House of Saud or Alawi Dynasty in Morocco.

Look at the seething,coping mummified manchild currently glowering over getting verbally skullfucked by me,moreso angrier that Karim isn't around and that those sentences of mine won't enable him to recover from for a long time. He actually had the gall to wail that I always disrespect him at every encounter,exemplifying his bogus reconciliation attempt in 2003 to exchange Saddam for a Mubarakite officer,when he's the SAME GUY who formed the Gulf Coalition with Blonde Vermin against me (Iraq was the fourth largest military in the World and an economy 4 times larger than his when I sought to teach Nagirah a lesson that I DON'T OWE HER ANYTHING! SHE STILL CONTINUES TO BELIEVE IN IT! SHE STILL WON'T STAY AWAY FROM ME,AND THAT FUCKER EXPECTS ME TO HANG MY HEAD IN SHAME FOR,OH NO,TAUNTING HIM?! GRRRRR,HE'S PUSHING MY SANELESS BRAIN TO THE WALL! RRRAAAAAAAAAGH!)! Respect must be earned,and Cuntses' actions and attention-seeking attitude merited only contempt and loathing! Clamoring somebody's respect is what he does to me,Malpig to Anisah,Inbred Skunk to Kairo,Suleyman to Anahit,and Blonde Vermin to the Third World and Arisha! If he were a decent person,he'd regard my short harassment of him as gesture of politeness,since I'd do way worse to him,like beating him up,whenever Karim is absent as he is at this moment. Fucking over Ikram (or Malpig,but he deserves it) from safe distance is fashionable,but do so much as PINCH his thin skin in the League and a marauding horde of delegates and paparazzi pricks will wag their index fingers demanding one's cancellation!

P.S. Cuntses is the type of traitor that would sell 'back' the Suez Canal connecting Mashriq and Maghreb to the West when the push comes to shove,if only because he's deterred by the knowledge that he won't get away with it. If not,he'd achieve sainthood by the West,finally cutting off Sinai from Jihadist nuisance and gaining Anglosphere's fullest love. The reason he's so powerful is because of Blonde Vermin's eternal patronage. All the things he craves like wheat or tourism will vanish without it! And Morsi and the Muslim Brotherhood are more Arab than Egypt's entire history under the Sun; INCLUDING NASSER HIMSELF (I confess that I supported him when he was in power until I lost all of my admiration for him in 1967 when he failed to accomplish the goal of annihilating Israel in Six-Day War. Saddamists abjured the Nasserist discourse for a reason.)!

What's more,the semen-stained photo of Anna makes me cringe. I can't eject it out of my head. When I tasked my younger brother and Raz to obtain some 'project' accessories in Inbred Skunk's room,I banked on document sheets he has,his Swiss knife,or if there was any trace of cocaine powder identifying the intruder. The least Yasser could've done is knocking him out unconscious; he would've seized nothing,but inflicting a little amount of pain would've been appreciated. For all his creative infiltration through air shaft,Yas is a fucking moron for acquiring that repulsive photo! If I show this photo in the hall right now,Inbred Skunk will treat it as an act of war and I'd worsen the post-incident situation.

Nonetheless,I encouraged Yasser to nap throughout this round. He hugged me tightly,sparing him from migraine induced by Inbred Skunk,and he placed his head onto his arms akin to pillows. I also asked my siblings if I could borrow a headphone so that Yasser can't listen to the debate. Sarah answered and threw me white Airpods Max from her bag,telling me she used them to listen to music during pauses. "Good for her." I thought. I turned the airpods off and plugged Yasser's ears with it.

"Eh bien,have you two assembled your materials for the second round?" Idris clasped his hands,moving his head at the both."

"All of the counterarguments and standpoints have been enhanced,Mr. Abakar." Tahira said,proud.

"I've highlighted key facts for the next topic against the CHEATING BITCH in front of me!"

"Cheating? Deflecting your sophistries and whatabouteries is what you call 'cheating'?"

"NO THEY AREN'T!" inbred skunk slammed the podium again,screaming as though he had stubbed his toe.

"Contenders! Soothe yourselfers!" the moderator urged. In order not to waste anymore time,Tahira and inbred skunk conceded and took deep breaths,to which he said "Great! Rasil,shall we listen to your introduction to our next topic?"

"Which?"

"Green March."

The Moroccan brat chuckled smugly,grabbing the dark green sheet to extract papers inside the cover and read them. Tahira was disgusted and irritated by the chuckle. I lit the sixth cigarette. Like this shit would elevate his score to 2:2 or 3:2.

"The Green March,by far the greatest turning point of Morocco's history,was a strategic mass demonstration designed to reclaim the Southern Provinces from Mariac's colonialism. On Novem-"

"Crapping about colonialism while colonizing Sahrawis against their will,in the name of 'decolonization',is a seriously bad head start." Tahira interposed,hands on her hips.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP,THUGIRA! RESTRAIN YOURSELF FROM ROASTING ME FOR ONCE!" he screamed again with closed eyes. As he continued,she couldn't avoid a giggle escaping her lips "On November 6th,approximately 350000 unarmed Moroccans converged on the city of Tarfaya near West Saharan border and waited for a signal from Mohammed VI's father Hassan II to cross into that region,followed by Morocco's military securing the northeastern angle. They brandished the Moorish banner and Kouran - henceforth the march's green color of Islam – as the marchers reached the border. Her Spanish Armed Forces were ordered not to fire to avoid bloodshed,later to have their troops also clear some previously mined zones."

So brave. Also,it's "Qur'an" not "Kouran" you illiterate chimp! Can't spell Qur'an properly,just like Blonde Vermin can't spell "Islam" instead of "Izlam"!

"Suffering from joint pressure conducted by guided by me and the UN,Mariac arranged Madrid Accords where I and Razzaq set out six principles which would establish a temporary administration there pending a referendum as her colonial presence was at its end despite herself being the authority of those accords. Signed eight days later,Mariac agreed to depart Western Sahara before February 28th 1976. During the interim state,the territory was to be administered by the Spanish Governor-General and assisted by two Moroccan and Mauritanian deputies,who would respect Sahrawi public opinion as expressed through the Djemaa."

"Without actually bothering to hold a referendum appealing to Kairo's and his people's desires." she told him,debuffing his description. I don't know how she could manage to thoroughly debunk an opponent with one sentence as opposed to me doing so with five or more. I admire her so much.

Hearing her words,inbred skunk shut his ear canals with his index fingers and chanted:

"LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA!"

He's growing more obnoxious than I thought...

"The Sahrawi support for indepe-"

"I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO ROAST ME AGAIN,THUGIRA! LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA,LA!" Bratsil is genuinely asking to be smacked at 180 degrees. He acts like an obstreperous child embarrassing customers in a shop hankering his hapless mother to buy him candy.

I wouldn't be surprised if most earthlings here want to leave the hall because of him.

"RASIL,LET TAHIRA SPEAK!" Mag stood up,scolding him "LET THE LADY SPEAK! YOU MAY NOT AGREE WITH WHAT SHE HAS TO SAY - or despise her for that matter -,BUT WHY IN ILLAHOW'S NAME DON'T WANT HER TO SPEAK?!"

"Magool,be quiet!" Malpig shouted.

"QUIET YOURSELF,DOOFAAR!"

Everything turned silent. Mag sat down crossing her arms and shot a glare of contempt towards the Saudi pig. Malpig did the same. Notwithstanding Idris' newfound submissive behavior towards inbred skunk (he didn't join Tahira's ship like on first round),it seemed that the latter backed down.

"The Sahrawi support for independence amounted to an overwhelming consensus among every walk of Sahrawi life,siding with Polisario Front which was the most powerful political force in an otherwise-depopulated area at the time,as opposed to Spanish rule or integration with a predatory neighbor like you,Bratsil."

"Source?!"

"Ask Kairo."

"Beidans became noisy dissidents they are today because you indoctrinated them with FLN ideology of Marxist revolutionary and nationalist thought,supplying food,materials,armaments,ammo,training and shelter,and selected a random adolescent to raise him as earthling of Western Sahara!"

"One,Polisario was created in 1973 at Ain Ben Tili by several Sahrawi university students who survived the Mauritanian massacres of 1968 in Zouerate,two years before the conflict had begun; Two,I had no interest in Western Sahara other than ensuring that the Sahrawi's right to self-determination is respected. When you encroached on Kairo's territory via Green March,it became my permanent business; And three,my heavy backing of Polisario has to do with unity,Socialism and a longing for independence which corresponds to Palestinians fighting for liberation from river to sea against Zionist occupiers."

"Not only that,but holding an independence referendum was unnecessary since it's been evident that the vast majority of Sahrawis wanted independence from the very beginning. Although I did partition and annex Tiris al-Gharbiyya while Rasil annexed the rest in 1976,I regretted the decision when he and Tahira withdrew their ambassadors from Mauritania,leading me to renounce the claims and recognize Kairo as a human being three years later in 1979." Razzaq confessed,holding his mic upclose "Further,Rasil's proposed referendum to Kairo offered no option of independence. Rather,it gave two unpopular offers: 'Do you want to remain under the authority of Spain or rejoin Morocco?'"

"It sounded like an ultimatum,stupid Raz,because Cryro can't get through his head that lots of his tribes pledged loyalty to Ismail Ibn Sharif,second Sultan of Morocco,before Mariac conquered it! As such,Hassan I for example carried out two expeditions in 1886 in order to put an end to foreign incursions in the Southern Territories and invested several caids and cadis." inbred skunk explained angrily to Mauritanian boy. He then rotated his head to look at delegates one by one "Now,I'm going to ask a question: How did 'Maghrebi Iris' react to this epic march of liberation and development? She expelled 45000 Moroccan families,or 350000 people in total,which unintentionally granted me a gigantic propaganda boon against her! It was initiated by Abdelaziz Buttflicker!"

Based.

"Very creative nickname you just made for deceased Bouteflika."

"SOOKTI!" Bratsil shouted "Most of these innocent Moroccans lived wealthy lifestyles and were in good conditions prior to the expulsion! Your second President Houari Boumediene issued the decree ordering that even Moroccans who resided in Algeria for generations had to leave the country at extremely short notice! To add insult to injury,that decree was issued on the first day of Eid al-Adha,which is meant to be celebrated in a spirit of solidarity and brotherhood! As those families are yet to reunite with their respective families,some of whom have died waiting in vain,they were targeted as part of a larger political game and were forced to relinquish everything in their possession,whether it's property,homes,money or jewelry! And those who've insisted on staying have agreed to terrible compromises,such as marrying elders from Oran to safeguard their stay... ALL BECAUSE THE FUCKING MADRID ACCORDS DIDN'T TURN OUT FOR THUGIRA'S FAVOR!"

"OH MY GOODNESS,you're unironically trying to victimize yourself! Sure,the Black March - the FLN-run Algerian Majlis' codename for Moroccan Exodus - may seem inexcusable,but it was done in response to Madrid Accords' dismissal of mine and Kairo's consultation to plead Maria not to sign the treaty,impelled by hopes of foolishly starting a new chapter of friendship with you!... Though,regrettably,my negative emotions had gotten better of me and went overboard by providing instrumental support for 'Canary Islands Independence Movement' in an effort to punish her..." she rubbed her nape after a sigh of awkwardness and a glance at us delegates,which made the Moroccan punk to lift his head and cross his arms,smirking with a pleased grunt. While the crowd gasped mildly (Tahira's revelatory remark wasn't that outrageous),Idris caressed his chin thinking whether this statement should be perceived as a charge to be used by inbred skunk or as her bonus for being honest "Now,when 20000 Moroccan imperialist troops invaded Saguia el-Hamra and Rio de Oro right after your Green March performance,there'd been past reports in 1975 that your troops bombarded the refugee camps in Guelta Zemmur with napalm and white phosphorus. Everyone knows what mutilating diseases do they subject their victims to after their usage. Don't take my word for it,Ras; It was reported by your CORCAS leader Khalihenna Ould-Errachid and former chairman of the short-lived 'Sahrawi National Union Party'."

Tahira took her own bundled documents from podium's storage board. She unpacked them and grabbed few papers for her to read them. One of them was an old newspaper.

"According to a defunct Casablancan newspaper titled 'Al Yarida Al Ula' published on the same year,Ould-Errachid stated the following: 'There were three of four Moroccan army officers who have committed what can be called war crimes against prisoners outside the scope of war; Many civilians were thrown into the void from helicopters or buried alive,simply because they were Sahrawi. Weren't for phosphates,nobody would vindicate the territory. What Morocco seeks is not the Sahrawi welfare,but the exploitation of phosphates. We want independence,and the circumstance is given that in the future state of Western Sahara there will be phosphate deposits.'. End quote. The elephant in the room here is tha-"

"Where are you seeing an elephant?" her archenemy asked.

"IT'S AN IDIOM,IDIOT!" Tahira shouted,banging the podium "The elephant in the room is that the Black March was put into motion because Kairo wasn't able nor strong enough to fight back against your aggression as he is today in relative sense! I thereby did something in his favor to put Morocco and its king in their places!"

"Right..."

She let out a snort.

"So,what're your thoughts on words uttered from a Moroccan advisor? Hmm?"

She expected inbred skunk to react with utmost tantrum,so were the crowd turning their heads at him. He did,albeit not in a way that we'd imagined.

"I like how you rationalized the so-called 'Black March',reducing my argumentations down to my advisor's aged commentary,as if you're having a moral high ground over mine! Ould-Errachid's 57-year old comments trump ALL of my standpoints! Aha,your way of arguing is fucking recommendable! Should be taught throughout the Globe!" inbred skunk snarked and frowned,hands on hips. He drew snickers from several earthlings attending the summit. He then asked "How the fuck did you detect my people in Algeria?! I wish I could deport Algerians in Morocco if only I knew how!"

"Moroccans wav-"

Malpig cleared his throat,cutting Tahira off. He raised his hand.

"I'd like to volunteer on answering this question,being born and raised in a tribe as a Bedouin."

Idris,Tahira and inbred skunk turned.

"Well,Mr. al-Saud,I think we'd want to get educated on national identifications regarding two similar peoples." Idris replied with a welcoming smile.

"Not me!" Fahad raised his hand.

"Me neither!" Sarah did the same.

Magool,Bachir,Aida and I have followed suit. Unfortunately,because six delegates presented their opposition out of complying nineteen,the Moderator granted Malpig the permission.

"Before and during the birth of Prophet Muhammad,the Arabian Peninsula used to be splintered between less than 100 tribes,one of them being Banu Hanifa where I was born in 1446. Each individual clan had some sort of symbols to represent themselves,such as flags or different colors of their clothing. To give you two examples,the 'Akk clan used yellow background with white border and black zigzagged lines,and Anizah clan used red background with black silhouette of crossed swords and black Arabic calligraphy decorated across the banner. In my case,the House of Saud's original banner was white flag with dark green border." he explained,taking a sip of water from his glass "On the other hand,an 'Akki tribesman was someone who was either born from 'Akki parents in a land under control of the 'Akk chieftain, or who was born in a tribe loyal to him. Same logic was applied to an Anezi tribesman. By the time Saudi Arabia appeared trice in its history,the Saudis uprooted local systems of tribal affiliation with a more systematic administrative system; A Hashemite was someone originating from lands whose autonomous borders loyal to the House of Saud were defined by his masters. The concept of citizenship didn't exist among clans prior and during the Age of Colonization."

"Or under specific terms,despite sharing many similarities,a Moroccan is a resident who's loyal to the Monarchy,whereas an Algerian is loyal to the Republic. This correlation becomes united in case one Moroccan and Algerian live near the border,from Oujda to Tlemcen." Aymen added.

"Thanks for expanding my explanation,Aymen." Malik said. He then told Idris "I hope this answers your question."

"It does." Idris said,nodding.

Inbred skunk,surrounded by usual tiny silence,looked around if everyone was paying attention to him and prepped their ears. Once he was finished,the brat moved on.

"Where was I... Ok,found it!" he exclaimed "For those inclined,this entire Beidan conflict is boiled down to a town which's been used by Polisario as its headquarters. That town in question,as well as its namesaked province,is Tindouf. Tindouf was originally inhabited by Tajakant and Reguibat tribe,both of whom have sworn their oath to the aforementioned Sultan of Morocco. It remained deserted until 1934 when French troops led by colonel Trinquet arrived and,upon discovering the iron mines there,attached the region to French Algeria. Mohammed V protested Adele's annexation but was pointless since Morocco was a French Protectorate and all he could do was write a mean letter to Versailles that would subsequently be thrown in the trash. After Morocco gained independence from France in 1956,I provided arms,money and medicines to Thugira warring against Adele on her own soil. Morocco also served as a rear base for her insurgents to set up training camps for newer recruits." his voice grew bitter per each sentence spoken "In midst of the war,Adele offered me Tindouf and other lost lands if I cut all support for FLN. I refused,though I SHOULD'VE ACCEPTED IT! Few years later,Thugira and FLN approached me and requested a secret deal where Morocco agrees to never betray the FLN in exchange for her promising to negotiate the future of the annexed Moroccan territories at a later date. And when her war for liberation concluded with her victory,she BROKE HER PROMISE LIKE THE BACKSTABBING FUCKING THUG SHE IS!"

"What planet are you on,Bratsil?! This 'Secret Deal' myth doesn't exist; It's only a rosily-packaged malicious propaganda made by the land-hungry grandpa of Mohammed VI who was dissatisfied with all the square kilometers upon square kilometers his Alawi Dynasty had lorded over for centuries without disruption! Your entire rhetoric over 'lost lands' that had to be retroceded by Adele and Maria is tied to your expansionist mission derived from Allal al-Fassi's irredentist ambition to 'liberate' not just Tindouf,but also Bechar,Adrar,Western Sahara,Northwest Azawad and all of Mauritania merged into 'Greater Morocco'! Or more accurately,all of the Sahara,i.e. the 'Moroccaness of Sahara' concept!"

"Well,yeah! Almohads and Saadians owned most of Maghreb,from Timbuktu and Gao to Tripolitania."

Sarah crumpled one of her notes in rage upon listening to what the inbred skunk remarked with a straight face,mumbling "Omnivorous brat..." through her teeth for him mentioning Tripolitania,one of Libya's three historical regions. Tahira on the other hand chuckled at him with her hand covering her mouth.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You just debunked yourself,Ras." she scoffed "So much for Decolonization."

Inbred Skunk blushed red,flabbergasted that most of earthlings in the hall were laughing at Tahira's comment at his expense. Mamadou in particular commented "ABSOLUTELY TRUE! MOUSSA EXPIRIENCED THE HYPOCRICY FIRSTHAND IN JENNE!" between laughs,rocking his chair and clapping simultaneously.

"Had it ever occurred to you that one of the FLN's primary objectives,back when I lifted myself by my own bootstraps,was to prevent Madele from splitting the strategic Algerian regions from its new birth as a sovereign country?" she lectured him in a strict tone "Contrary to your bullshit claim that Mohammed V sought negotiations with FLN,Hassan II was the one who belatedly visited Algiers in mid-1963 - exactly one year after Evian Accords were ratified - to discuss the undefined borders between you and me."

"And those same attempts were repeatedly brushed off,marked through FLN's application of Uti Possidetis principle to preserve preexisting colonial borders that Adele had drawn in the sand!"

"Correct. Still,when Hassan II came in,my first president Ahmed Ben Bella believed the matter should be resolved,in your own words,at a later date." inbred skunk wiggled his head from hidden irritation,knowing he'll lose the debate "At the time,Ben Bella's nascent administration was rebuilding Algeria from ground up to repair the enormous damage caused by that war,which additionally was preoccupied with the 'Socialist Forces Front' insurgency led by Hocine Ait Ahmed opposing Ben Bella's regime; An insurgency that YOU'VE incited to destabilize me!" Tahira closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead,sighing "Al'ama,you could've waited for a couple of months or a single year to let my government finish reconstruction before accepting Hassan II's pleas! You could've sustained some patience! But no,you instead marauded my lands trying to 'recover' the fucking Tindouf - Not to mention that the Sand War superseded your attack on Kairo's younger sister Dalia in 1958,known as Ifni War,precursor of the former war! - We all know how it ended: Stalemate was declared after you gave up on capturing your desired cities,facilitated by Maximo's and Khenti's aid for my side while sucking up to Madele and Alfred! The jerk standing in front of me was,is and will remain Madele's puppet!"

He growled,shivering in rage despite his opponent maintaining calm state for pushing the competition in her favor.

"TINDOUF WAS STILL MINE!" inbred skunk screamed in denial,infuriated.

"Until 1972 during the Accord of Ifrane where your previous king himself agreed to relinquish all claims to that town in exchange for several deals such as profit-sharing of the iron mines,joint mining efforts and that all iron mined in Tindouf must be exported through a Moroccan port. You're still benefiting from this accord without realizing it."

"I'D THROW YOU IN A OPEN-MINE PIT FOR SPITTING SUCH BULLSHIT!" inbred skunk mounted a noisy tantrum,slapping repeatedly on the podium table "HASSAN II SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT!"

"OH,I'M SOOOOORRY,YOUR ROYAL BRATNESS,I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT HAVING THE ABILITY TO CONTROL HOW'D OUR BORDERS LOOK LIKE AFTER ADELE LEFT NORTH AFRICA! YOU'RE REALLY MAKING ME CRY!" Tahira sarcastically shouted,combining anger with humor "SOMEONE GET MR. KRABS TO BRING IN THE SMALLEST VIOLIN FOR SUCH TRAGEDY!"

Another round of laughter arose out of silence,myself included. She managed to widen my smile and laugh softly. I dropped my sixth cig on the floor to light the seventh. Twenty seconds later,the dust has settled again,while Bratsil seethed like Cuntses. I wouldn't care less if Cuntses finds the dropped cigarette to be a violation of Arab League's mannerisms.

"Don't act like you're condescendingly sweet,Thugira!" inbred skunk snapped at her after barely calming himself down "Your government is among above-average corrupt states in the World,ranking at 33 according to Corruption Perceptions Index! FLN as a political party gets forever reelected regardless of leaders even as its seats dwindle in Algerian Majlis! By extension,you rally a totalitarian government where people are taught to fear the State and not to love and work for your nation!" Man,I wish Tahira had one. An Algeria led by Saddamists,Taliban-esque Jihadists or FLN Eradicators Faction (FLN's militant faction created during Algerian Civil War) would keep him awake at night. I'll repeat what I said in my speech yesterday: Totalitarianism is the most vital instrument preserving nation's immune system,and likewise ensures maximum strength for the nation. "And let's not forget Algeria's one-year Mandatory Military Service,shitty internet connection,and Algerians' inability to operate a basic working website and keeping it up!"

"Says someone whose monarch wears a yellow raincoat during the Throne Day,and whose lips look like baboon's pink ass each time he purses them!" Tahira mocked.

"DON'T YOU EVER INSULT MY KING AGAIN,SLIMY SALGOTA!" he briskly swiped his sheets off the podium,releasing most papers out of them and they fell to the ground; some have landed close to his ankle boots. Inbred skunk expended all his arguments,so he resorted to tantrums "THE MOROCCAN KING IS SACRED!"

"I observed this fact quite clearly for years,Bratsil. Moroccans who have committed 'unofficial' Lèse-majesté against their king receive four years of imprisonment,the most recognizable ones being Walid Bahomane,Mohamed Sekkaki and Rabie Al Ablaq. Three of which were sentenced in 2012,2019 and 2022,a separate year per person." As she said it,Razzaq ran to collect scattered papers and pack them back to the sheets,later to be placed on his superior's desk,before returning to his seat. "Lastly,remember when we argued about Boumediene's expulsion of your people in Algeria? Hasanan,your concept of friendship is that of elites. Neither you nor Mohammed VI won hearts and minds of Maria and Spaniards with your Autonomy Plan; you merely bewitched her Prime Minister Pedro Sanchez into becoming your king's Viceroy in Spain. In my sincere opinion,I'd have been happier had I been colonized by Maria than by Adele! Can't imagine how much bondage it would contrive if I communicated with Kairo in Spanish from an alternative colonization rather than French!"

"REALLY?! Have you had any temerity to show up in the Grand Duel with an inflamed nose and ears,huh?! Envision this,Idris: We have a spittable celebrity with these facial features!" he pointed his finger at her,using strawmen "As if she's the human feminine version of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and not hostess of the Arab League! LOOK AT HER! LOOK!"

"IF NOT FOR CAMERAS RECORDING US RIGHT NOW,I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING HAIRCUT OFF!" Tahira shouted,getting offended by inbred skunk's provocation.

"COME AT ME,BITCH!"

My stoicism for listening is over,cause the Debate is about to be out of control. I stepped out of my seat to walk on the center of CIC hall,to make inbred skunk hear my observation on his bullshit discourse. Shaking up the theater will turn it more interesting for the audience.

"CUR,WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" Cuntses yelled,still crossing his unmummified arms,with full hostility.

"Homo does the romo!" I shouted back at him. The Egyptian manchild growled in frustration.

At the same time,I turned my head at Tahira to wink her with a smile.

"SKUNK! HEAR ME OUT!" I called inbred skunk.

He turned,barring his teeth.

"HEY! WHAT'RE YOU DOING IN THIS CONTEST,DICKRAM?! I DIDN'T INVITE YOU TO MEDDLE IN THUGIRA'S DEFENCE WHILE I'M WINNING!"

"Neither did I,Bratsil" she told him.

"I memorized every word you said during the 50 minutes of your competition against Tahira,inbred skunk,and what I had concluded here is that you have mental maturity of a six-year old spoiled delinquent!" I answered,smiling menacingly "As such,I demand you to hear my... commentary on your verbal staging."

"I don't want to hear ZILCH from Fashie madman like you!" he declined "At least comb your hair,brush your teeth,get some proper sleep and take meds before talking to me!"

I closed my eyes and smirked with a pitiful huff. I then marched towards him and pulled his right ear close to my mouth. The stiff pinch caused the Moroccan brat to groan loudly. I warned him with half-gritted teeth,whispering:

"Either that,or shall I interrogate you if the intruder who stole my packs was you? You wouldn't want that,would you?"

"Who are you talking ab-"

"Beating the life out of you is another option,skunky..."

Rasil took an irritated breath and tried to move my fingers away from his ear. Instead,I released it only to push his head in return.

"Will your stupid 'commentary' be about 'BlOoD,bLoOd,BlOoD',as Raz informed me?!"

"La. It's about my maxim involving everything around our life,Watan and the Arab Race."

"MUH 'ARAB RACE'!"

"ALJAMIA,GET READY! THIS LECTURE IS OF ABSOLUTE IMPORTANCE!" I ordered the delegates,some of which were so silent they might as well be NPCs (chiefly Samir,Hans of Mashriq) "THE DEBATE WILL END WHEN I FINISH WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID! IS THAT CLEAR?!"

The hall vibrated irregular responses of "YES".

"There's an iron rule I made during my war against Javed in 80s,dramatically reaffirmed when my sanity meter collapsed in the aftermath of Gulf War,with regards to ongoing Arab Fitna,a Race more divided than between Sunnis and Shiites. The rule is: "Never attack your own brethren."" I began explaining "What does this proverb mean? It means one group must never hurt those of the same bloodline lest they perpetuate friction amongst one's race,dividing it further and further into two or more artificial subraces who assert that they're totally different from their original forebears,when in usual terms are difference on dialects or distinct faiths. Violators of this five-word maxim are traitors and betrayers. While these two words may appear to have exact definition,they constitute foreign and domestic racial enemies. The former is an ally of our sworn existential nemesis,Western Civilization,who provide clean strings for the West to pull and twist destinies of our people in a concerted endeavor to damage,degrade or demoralize the society of Ummah Arabiyah through whichever possible ways they can use to nurture their infinite hubris!; Vermin like 'Arab' Zionists,Non-Palestinian Israeli 'Arabs' - particularly those enlisted in IDF -,'Arab' Democracy activists,'Arab' Jews and 'Arab' Protestants,'Arab' collaborator for America,Britain or France,and every 'Arab' who had shown the act of our fundamental submissive weakness called hospitality to Western and especially American soldiers - rather than break their skulls with rocks!" a tiny pause followed "The latter are racial traitors representing the oldest form of betrayal known to mankind,apes who deviate their former kin in pursuit of establishing new cultures or pretending to be descended from ancient cultures that were never related to them; Brother on brother,Qabil on Habil,they consciously initiate schisms against their families so as to distinguish their ungrateful egos upon ancestors they were fed and clothed by. And both types of traitors relegate themselves as lesser than what they were,facing indictment for their permanent folly. In your case,however,you resemble all of two."

I stopped myself for a moment,allowing inbred skunk to indulge in tasting food for thought I gave him. Turning at Tahira,and asked her:

"Tahira,I distinctly remember you mentioning inbred skunk being a double agent for Anna. Can you unveil evidences to me?"

She smirked out of malice,shooting him a "You're about to get fucked!" glance,and brought two newspapers from podium's storage. Once she approached me,I grabbed them from her hands to examine them myself. The first was an Ynet newspaper (one of the major Israeli news sites) whose headline,which also featured Gamal Fraudser sitting during the 1965 Arab League conference in Casablanca,titled "Mossad listened in on Arab states' preparations for Six-Day War"; whereas the second was a NYT newspaper titled with bold letters of "PERES AND HASSAN IN TALKS; SYRIA BREAKS MOROCCAN TIES".

"As a cherry on the cake,he was the first 'Arab' earthling to send divisions to Malik and Nayirah during the Gulf War."

It didn't surprise me at all,but it did piss me off greatly. Lowering my arms as she went back to stand on her podium,my fists were uncontrollably trembling. They felt like they were trying to burn the newspapers by sheer heat contained inside the grip.

"And w-what d-d-does this t-tell you,inbred sk-k-kunk?!" I stuttered angrily through gritted teeth.

"It tells me that you and Thugira are bunch of sly bastards!" he replied with equal anger,after rolling his eyes."

"KHATA! It means you're a SEMITE!" I yelled.

"Hold up,aren't we all Semites?" Bachir asked raising two fingers,sounding confused.

"NO WE'RE NOT! The very term "Semite" was coined by some Pro-Enlightenment Germans from Gottingen in late 18th century to erroneously describe us in favor of Jews! A Semite is the race traitor I previously talked about,and Israelites are our first race traitors,OUR ANCIENT ENEMY,second to Egyptians! Qedarites,former name of the Arabs,and Israelis were born of the same Noahide seed from the Land of Jasan/Goshen before Ramses II expelled us to Mashriq,living harmoniously in unison for 300 hundred years until Allah choose Isaac over Ishmael,thereby enabling Israelis to steal what is now Palestine from Qedarites and settle their goyim asses in! The sole exception were Philistines,who joined the Semitic scum until they proclaimed them as enemies which later on served as our enclave accessing the Mediterranean Sea; Yasser himself descended from Philistines. The three-millennia old schism will forever endure for centuries to come until either Jews or Arabs perish! OUR ANTI-SEMITISM IS IN OUR GENES PREDATING JESUS AND MUHAMMAD!" I thoroughly finished the answer.

Inbred skunk jumped from his podium,marching closer towards me.

"Let me ask you a question,Herr Saman."

"Piss off back to your podium before asking anything,skunk!"

He let out a frustrated sigh for feeling I'm bossing him around,and did what I obliged.

"How come you garnered vast knowledge over lots of things,where I printed numerous researches regarding Morocco's forgotten history three days ago?" he inquired,waving his red sheet.

"Reading tons of books throughout decades and greater memo capacity are the ingredients to my secret,dear brat." I replied "But it's not just me: My sister Anisah is expert on Assyrian and Palmyrene history,Yasser on Crusades and Arab Communism,Javed on Quran and Persian history,particularly Persian medical history due to him being a surgeon - I bet the Gandalf the Green knows more shit than I do. He's a fucking sage! -,and Blonde Vermin probably knows American history in details but he ain't able to learn World history and basic geography without Blonde Vermina Emily to point symbols on the map! Three consecutive days of research is abysmal! You should focus on Non-Moroccan history,too!"

"Like what,twerp? What books should I read to 'wisdomize' myself with?"

"I'd recommend you several books,which are: 1. Protocols of the Elders of Zion by Matvei Golovinski,an eye-opening credible document describing history of the Jewish economic monopoly over the Globe under servitude for Anglospheric World domination,their rapport with Freemasons,the disproportionate amount of Western bankers being Jewish,and their history of usury and profiteering. 2. End of Laissez-Faire by John Keynes,an ironic Angloid whom Mussolini recommended as the best introduction to Fascist economics. 3. Milestones by Sayyid Qutb,an Arab Nationalist Islamist scholar and the ideological father of Osama bin Laden,which is about his personal experience in Colorado analyzing American societal degeneracy." As I listed,I heard Cuntses seething something in an ancient language,possibly Ancient Egyptian. While mostly unrecognizable,he uttered "Fascist" in his own word variation,indicating that this butthurt scumbag has used my ideological affiliation as a slur. Your ordinary Pharaoh. "Other books I recommend are Corneliu Codreanu's For My Legionaries,any of the four Saddam's novels,and of course Mein Kampf."

"You got to be kidding me!" Bratsil objected "Your actual first recommendation is a fabricated hoax! NO,NO,NO,no,no,I will NOT engage in your Nazi psychosis!"

"First thing I'll agree with you on,Ras." Tahira commented,much to my dismay.

"Hoax? That's what Westerners had brainwashed the hapless World into believing it."

"Everything you don't like is 'Western' to you!"

"Not exclusively. Iraqi Shiites and their helmsman Javed are Anti-Western,yet they're one of my enemies. Javed would tell you the same with me,but we're at the same time allied against the West."

"What's your definition of 'The West'?" he snarked with crossed arms and moving head. He kept asking questions.

"NATO,EU,Anglosphere,France,Israel,the European State of Belgium,Netherlands,the Non-NDSAP Merkelian regime in Germany,Scandinavia - especially Sweden and Finland -,Austria,Visegrad Group minus Hungary,the Baltics,Ukraine,Egypt,India,Brazil - not having any problems with Luciano Oliveira. It's just that his Atlanticist president Jair Bolsonaro is in power right now. Just like Pinochet in Chile -,Japan and the Four Asian Tigers. In short,anyone who's remotely aligned or cooperative with Blonde Vermin."

He didn't respond. Inbred Skunk instead placed his elbow on the podium's desk and fist on his left cheek. He looked bored. Tahira sat onto where she stood,feeling its no longer worth standing there like a pole.

"Think of this way,Rasil: When was the last time you watched TV after umpteenth round of abusing Kairo and 'your own brethren' located south of you,and didn't stumble upon World Economic Forum babbling about Great Reset,climate change and how much billions will they funnel to Ukraine's first Jewish president Volodymyr Zelensky,including the ill-gotten pensions of his two predecessors Poroshenko and Tymoshenko,every hour so that he and his wife can do shopping spree while their simian Ukrainians die in the hands of Russians?" I started reasoning with him "When was the last time you witnessed Little Alfreds,Little Bills,Little Emilys,Little Adeles and Little Feliks',plus 'angelic' minions of Saint Anna and newly-canonized Daryna,spraying us with Ukraine,Israel,Russian 'orcs',LGBTQ droids,bombed Dimashq,COVID masks,pronouns,Diversity,Liberty,Freedom,Democracy,Free Tibet,Free Kurdistan,"Woman,Life,Freedom",free speech,free thought,human rights,property rights,individual rights,women's rights,criminal rights,porn rights,pedo rights,beastiality rights,this rights,that rights,etc...? NEVER! THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE! EVEN THE WORLD'S LINGUA FRANCA IS ENGLISH! ANGLO-AMERICANS CONTROL EVERYTHING! WILL BLAST YOUR BRAIN IF YOU LISTEN TO THEM FOR MO- STOP FUCKING LAUGHING,SKUNK! THIS IS NO LAUGHTING MATTER!" I yelled at him for cutting me off with his bratty laughter. His laughs ceased after three seconds,followed by a gulp "ALL of these things cause collapses on societies by hook or crook; Property Rights in particular singlehandedly annihilated almost all of Native American population,because an Ex-Russian American Jew named Ayn Rand spat that they the 'Savages' had no 'rIgHt' to breath air untouched because they resisted the self-chosen vermin 'bringing elements of Civilization' to them! Just as they do with our nationalized oil being 'stolen' from POOR BOO-HOO WESTERN BUSSINESSESS itching to assault us again after finishing their trend with Ukkie-Pukkie Rain! People say the Enlightenment was founded when the French Saudi King Louis XIV died in his own fat,but in reality it was birthed in 1607 when Emily Atteberry gave birth to Alfred Jones,the Anti-Christ on Earth!

If all of you sitting here ask me,I'm the first Totalitarian Dictatorship activist. None as far as I know have EVER petitioned a movement to erase all Woke and Proto-Woke values of the West! These subanimals will burst their pants with diarrhea by the mere mention of 'Totalitarian' or 'Fascist'! FASCISM IS THE ULTIMATE CURE AGAINST WESTERN PESTILENCE,THE SOUREST PILL NO HUMAN BUT FASCISTS AND THE BRAVEST AMONG GLOBAL POPULATION CAN SWALLOW! Democracy activists should get the bullet,free speech missionaries should be shot,Twitter users with Ukrainian,Israeli and American hashtags terminated from the internet,Pedo-oriented homos should taste their own medicine,Burpin's whore army in Iran gassed,Cosmopolitans executed,Capitalists destituted,and Communists micro-chipped!"

My overwhelming speech barrage exhausted me a little,wanting more words to say,but Cuntses took this moment of silence to march towards me. When he reached me,he slapped my cigarette away and punched the axillary nerve on my right shoulder.

"THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU HIJACKED THE HALL FOR YOUR UPPITTY SHOW,FASCIST CUR! DO YOU REALLY WANT THE FINAL RED CARD?! YOU'RE DRIVING ME NUTS!" the Egyptian manchild screeched.

For smacking my cigarette,I pushed him hard and he fell flat on his back. Cuntses slowly stood on his feet,hand and knee on the floor. Foam started to surge from his mouth.

"And if I do get one?"

"YOU'D BE EJECTED FROM CIC AND FLY BACK TO YOUR DESOLACE!"

"OOF! How terrible!"

"I'LL CONFISCATE YOUR FUCKING PASSPORT!"

"You don't know where my passport is,Homo Pharaonus Mubaraki." I replied,amused by his enraging screams "Even if you did,would you snatch them the way you stole my cigs?"

"I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR LIFE SUPPORT,DICKRAM!"

"Wanna 'nother round,Cuntses?! Your ex-wife Anisah won't be happy when she learns of your current behavior!"

"I CRAP ALL OVER HER BODY!"

"WOOOO! Such kind words! Anisah will kiss you for this!" I sarcastically exclaimed in response to his mask-off moment,then said "Piss the fuck off to your seat! YOU'RE THE ONE TO COMMAND ME TO SIT DOWN?! EAT YOUR YEAR-OLD BREAD AND SHUT UP!"

Cuntses,grinding his barred teeth,strode his way to sit where he sat. Even as the steam of pure lividness can be smelled and felt from five meters away,stuffier and hotter than mine during the midnight emergency meeting. Fuming loudly and all that shit.

He's going to break.

As the delegates,Bratsil,Tahira and Idris were in awe,I continued.

"All those years I keep listening to the chants calling for Israel's destruction,but has everyone ever advocated the same against Egypt,Saudi Arabia,Turkey and Iran? Countries that continue to treat us like chess pieces for their Great Power competition?" I turned around "You can't FATHOM what a Superpower we could've become had not been for Genghis Khan,had not the Abbasid Caliphate vanished? If not for them,Persians would've been pushed eastwards from Zagros Mountains and Tehran,Turkish outsiders would perform their little Ottoman soap operas on the hottest steppe with their brothers in Central Asia,Gulf pigs enslaved for three laborious generations,Israelis exterminated and Egyptians entombed!... OH YES,the Neanderthals of the Arabian Gulf,specifically the Saudis and Emiratis - and Qataris by extension. Inflating Sodom and Gomorrah who've flipped the Arab racial caste upside-down,putting themselves on top and its northern and Yemeni superior counterparts to the bottom,as they latch onto plentiful fetishes,prostitutions,blasphemy while their Jabba the Hut dynasties never give representation to their millions of otherwise-stateless Arabs,anxious that these capitalist Bourbons get to experience the lash!"

"SAME ANISAH!" Malpig swiftly stood up in protest,slamming his desk twice.

"Anisah's attitude towards you is gentle! If I were to insult you,you'd cry on my knees,or crawl back to her!"

The Saudi pig sat down and grunted with crossed arms.

"And last but not least,Khenti was never an Arab! I repeat,KHENTI WAS NEVER AN ARAB!" I shouted,awaiting his explosion "Why? Because he's Egyptian,our first enemy ever and enslaver of both us and Israelis! The Muslim Brotherhood tried to do in 2012 what all of his leaders,from Muhammad Ali,Fuad I,Farouk I,Naguib,Nasser,Sadat,Mubarak and El-Sisi had failed to accomplish: THE ABOLISHION OF EGYPT!"

At long last,Cuntses erupted into a shrieking mess,hysterically ripping and pulling his short hair before kumping from his seat and striding to hall's exist. His scream was heard even from the hallway,screaming on top of his lungs,in addition of slammed sounds emitted from him breaking unknown shit. The noise eventually disappeared. I was... delighted. Moving my hands to look at them,I grinned,feeling the enormous joy of defeating the so-called Leader of all Arabs,or breaking him. Oh,the total anguish I inflicted upon him for all years of pushing me over and over again. To see Cuntses mind fall into shambles akin all his evaporated 8 lives out of 9. Finger-licking good! Though it won't last for long,I've turned the end of the Grand Debate into something spectacular.

"You know what,Ikram? Out of everything you'd ranted,I have one thing to admit."

I raised my eyebrow,closing my lips.

"Moroccans are Arabized Moabites resettled by Muhammad's grandson Hasan ibn Ali to Northwestern Africa."

"Congratulations,Semite! You've forfeited your entire length of credibility!" I replied,then turned to Idris. "Mr. Abakar,declare the Grand Debate over."

Everyone steadily dispersed the hall,exiting it one by one. After Idris moved his arm stretching towards inbred skunk's direction twice,2:2,the latter left with his usual smug smirk. Naturally,Tahira was stunned given her relentless dismantlement of her nemesis' arguments she had made one and a half hours ago,but Idris stated that her roasting him too much and me 'hijacking' the contest nullified her efforts. When everyone except me,the napping Yasser and Tahira left,the third one also began to leave. I ran forth and stopped her.

"Ikram,what do you want this time?" she asked,annoyed from being halted.

"Tahanina,Tahira. You did a marvelous job at verbally beating Bratsil."

"Heh,thanks... But I still lost."

I put my hand on her shoulder with a sweet smile.

"You didn't. Noticed Idris' right black eye?"

"I've seen it. Poor Chadian hit an emergency alarm..."

"I think not. He's already been under very high suspicion before he punched Idris after he lost to you on the first round; he's the only suspect left unvetted. If that doesn't convince you,wait till I show this." I extracted the semen-stained photo of Anna from my military pocket and showed her. She picked it. Her reaction was as outrageous as mine.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tahira immediately threw the photo to the ground "RASIL JERKING OFF TO THAT ZIONIST SCOUNDREL?! I-I-I CAN EVEN TOUCH THE DRY SEMEN! OK,THIS CROSSES THE FUCKING LINE!" she then asked "WHO SEND YOU THIS... ABOMINATION?!"

"Yasser did. I tasked my younger brother to obtain some clues of CIC's intruder inside inbred skunk's guarded room."

"HE PASSED THROUGH BRATSIL'S 10 MOROCCAN ROYAL GUARDS?!"

"La. He found his way in a more creative way."

"WHERE?"

"Ehh... It's complicated. I'll explain it at Sahara dining room where people can barely overhear us." I assured her after picking back the photo "For now,rest. You earned it."

She blushed. These friendly words are something she rarely expects from the likes of me. It contrasted my regrettable behavior when I gave her an ultimatum to have her officials buy me packs lest something severe would happen to her.

"Sahha,Ikie." she kissed me on my left cheek "I seriously need to lie on my bed for an hour or so. Clearing my mind after 12+ hours of turbulence will mend my health."

"Indeed. 0:4 was your true result." I agreed "One last thing: Is the Arab League summit over?"

"Sadly,no. Bratsil scheduled his 'Forbidden History of Morocco' speech at 15:00,but since the contest lasted longer - thanks to you - it'd be moved to 17:30." She explained,sounding depressed "Consequently,instead of 18:00,the AL summit's end will be at 20:30."

"Motherfucker..."

"Yeah... See you in the dining room at 16:00; It's now 14:40." Tahira walked away while waving "Abqa'la kir!"

"Ma'a salama!"

With us parting our ways,I ran to where Yasser napped. I ruffled his head to end his dormancy.

"Yas,Yas,wake up! The Grand Debate is over!" I told him. When he finally opened his eyes,I moved away my hand from him.

Yasser took some time to awoke himself,stretching his arms while yawning. One minute of silence later,he moved his head to look at me.

"Wh-Wh-Where's everyone? Where did they go?" he wondered,taking off borrowed airpods "And how did this headphone end up covering my ears?"

"Sarah lent me her airpods to shut your hearing so that you won't hear inbred skunk."

"Based. Hmm,what happened during the Grand Debate? Did Tahira win?"

"I'll explain everything in the dining room at 16:00,where she'll meet us after resting." I told him,yet a sudden chuckle escaped me when I reminded myself of Cuntses' mental malfunction "But the ending of it was hilarious!"

"How?"

"I made it that way."

"You ranted again,didn't you?"

"It was shorter." I explained,grabbing Sarah's headphones "Above all,I hadn't lost it."

"Really?! Bravo,Ikie!" he high-fived my hand "You achieved the impossible!"

"Yes I did."

"Can we now resume our quest to track the intruder,AKA the Moroccan Snake?" Yasser asked. His facial expression tells me he's suppressing the temptation to turn upset "The pause has arrived."

"Nem. In fact,we'll discuss the case with Tahira at the aforementioned location,and possibly combat his 10 schmucks."

"You're my best brother in the World!"

"The battle has been won; War is far from over." I concluded as he got out of his seat. Afterwards,we left the hall to our bedroom.

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You thought this fanfic will have two parts? I thought so to until I realized that the central theme of the second part would actually be more complicated and longer. The third and last chapter will involve action and conversations relating to it,and no more Ikram's lengthy speeches. Damn,the second part alone reached less than 30000 words!

Thanks for reading.